The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, main council hall.
All the sect's core elders at Soul Emperor level or above had gathered.
The atmosphere was unbearably tense.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Ning Fengzhi, seated at the head of the hall.
They had already heard how the Sect Master and Sword Douluo's trip had gone.
The young miss hadn't been rescued, and they'd actually "handed over" the sect's entire mines?
"Is that true, Sect Master?"
The speaker was the Second Elder, an old man with a full head of white hair and a deeply wrinkled face, though his eyes remained sharp.
His prestige within the sect was second only to Ning Fengzhi and the two Titled Douluo.
"You really handed the lifeblood of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to some brat who appeared out of nowhere?"
Ning Fengzhi picked up his teacup and gently blew on the floating tea leaves. He didn't answer right away.
"Second Elder, this wasn't 'giving it away.'"
Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup.
"It was an 'investment.'"
"An investment?" The Second Elder stood up at once, his cane striking the floor with a heavy thud.
"You're investing our thousand-year legacy in some unknown faction? Ning Fengzhi, did that Qin Feng put some kind of spell on you?"
"Can you face our ancestors after this?!"
"Outrageous!"
A sharp rebuke rang out.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
A terrifying sword intent instantly enveloped the entire hall, leaving everyone struggling to breathe.
"Since when do you get to question the Sect Master's decisions?"
The Second Elder's face blanched as the sword intent struck him, and he staggered back two steps.
But relying on his status as a sect elder, he still held his ground, chin raised.
"Sword