While Bone Douluo and Tang Hao chatted enthusiastically outside, the conversation in the reception room gradually turned to the main matter.
Ning Fengzhi sat on the guest sofa in the reception room, lifted the fragrant tea from the table before him, and took a leisurely sip.
Ning Rongrong sat quietly beside him, her little ears perked as she listened to the conversation between her father, Ning Fengzhi, and Tang San.
After savoring the tea, Ning Fengzhi's sharp gaze swept openly across Tang San opposite him, as if he wanted to see straight through him.
Under Ning Fengzhi's scrutiny, Tang San frowned. While inwardly alarmed, he also felt somewhat displeased. Fortunately, Ning Fengzhi merely looked at him a few more times and did nothing improper.
After withdrawing the sharpness from his gaze, Ning Fengzhi's eyes softened as he looked at Tang San.
"Young friend Tang San, I originally came here intending to recruit you into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but given your special status, let us leave that matter aside."
"However, I am very interested in the Hidden Weapons you have made. Would you be willing to sell us their manufacturing methods? Name any price you wish. I will not bargain."
Ning Fengzhi was handsome, gentle, and refined, his magnetic voice exceptionally pleasant to hear. Yet his words also carried a grand and imposing air, displaying his extraordinary status.
It was the aura naturally cultivated by someone who had occupied a high position for many years.
My status is special? What is so special about it? Tang San was slightly puzzled, but he did not dwell on it. His attention was focused more on the Hidden Weapons Ning Fengzhi wanted.
*He actually wants the manufacturing methods for Hidden Weapons? Heh, how could I possibly give them to you? If