As a sect with a legacy stretching back hundreds of years, Zong Gui had been confident when it came to Feng Qi coming up the mountain.
But Tong Shihong kept sending people with messages, one after another, saying that Feng Qi and his two companions were incredibly sinister. It had made even Zong Gui nervous, and he was beginning to regret sending the Enforcement Elders away.
Over the past two days, he had verified Tan Hongsheng and Gao Hongqiao's identities.
Whenever Tan Hongsheng began practicing, the disciples around him really did become more diligent without realizing it. Even Zong Gui had felt an itch to move, unable to resist drawing his sword and swinging it a few times. Deep down, he had developed the strange urge not to let Tan Hongsheng surpass him;
Gao Hongqiao, meanwhile, had demonstrated his trick of reaching into a pot of boiling oil to retrieve a copper coin. Zong Gui had watched as the hot oil scalded Gao Hongqiao's hand until the skin split and peeled, yet Gao Hongqiao had shown no fear. He resolutely stirred his hand around inside the pot and managed to fish out the coin. Then, in the blink of an eye, his arm—which had nearly been deep-fried—returned to normal;
Zong Gui had prepared the pot himself, so there was no possibility of the usual trick of adding vinegar to the bottom...
These uncanny abilities were more than enough to prove that the two were undoubtedly Heavenly Demons.
Gao Hongqiao was a brawler; at most, he could stay and charge into battle for Huashan. But Tan Hongsheng could genuinely benefit Huashan. With him leading the way, all the Huashan disciples would strive to imitate him. Given time, how many more experts would the sect gain?
A sect's prosperity depended on passing