Tang San and Xiao Wu's departure was not blocked by Ning Fengzhi, who kept a gentle smile at the corners of his lips:
"Hehe, you're right. If we are fated, we will definitely meet again."
Watching the two figures walk away at a brisk pace as if fleeing, Ning Fengzhi, with his upright posture, did not stand up from the spacious seat, propping himself on a warm jade cane with both hands, while a deep, brilliant light flashed across his eyes.
Before the resourceful and meticulously calculating Ning Fengzhi, Tang San's little tricks were clear at a glance; he saw through Tang San's move at once as deliberately whetting his appetite, guessing that Tang San intended to scheme for greater benefits from him.
However, he didn't mind that at all.
Anyway, money and wealth were the last things the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect lacked.
Moreover, he was indeed very interested in the Sand-in-the-Shadow and the Sound Sleeve Arrow, the two hidden weapons crafted by Tang San.
Seeing Tang San and Xiao Wu off, Ning Fengzhi picked up the Sand-in-the-Shadow he had just successfully bid on and the Sound Sleeve Arrow gifted by Tang San, flipping through them carefully for a moment, yet he couldn't figure out their inner workings, nor did he know how they were forged and assembled.
A moment later, Ning Fengzhi shook his head slightly, giving up the idea of trying to decipher the manufacturing process of the two hidden weapons, and with a click, he put the Sound Sleeve Arrow on his wrist.
Touching the sleeve arrow that hugged his wrist without the slightest discomfort, Ning Fengzhi was surprised, yet he couldn't help but sigh softly, saying with some regret:
"It's somewhat similar to the offensive soul tools lost to the world, but it doesn't