"Sorry for the trouble, Uncle Ning."
Tang San's voice wasn't loud, but he used the inner power of the Mysterious Heaven Skill to carry it clearly into the ears of everyone in the Core Circle.
The people celebrating fell silent almost instinctively.
Ning Fengzhi turned around. Seeing that it was Tang San, he still wore the lingering joy of the moment.
"Xiao San, what is it?"
"Are you happy for Uncle Jian, too?"
"Thanks to the Golden List, our allied forces are much stronger now!"
Tang San walked up to Ning Fengzhi and bowed slightly.
His manners were impeccable.
But when he raised his head, his expression was more solemn than anyone had ever seen.
"Uncle Ning, I'm genuinely happy that Sword Douluo senior has received this honor."
"But—"
"There are things that may be unpleasant to hear, but for the greater good, and for the lives of the million soldiers behind us, I have no choice but to say them."
The smile gradually faded from Ning Fengzhi's face.
He was a clever man.
From Tang San's opening words, he sensed something unusual.
"Xiao San, whatever you have to say, speak freely."
Tang San nodded. His gaze swept over everyone present before finally settling on the glowing orb in Chen Xin's hand.
"Uncle Ning, and all the seniors."
"Spirit Hall is now powerful, and it has the aid of Gu Yuena, a traitor to the Divine Realm."
"The battle at Jialing Pass will decide the survival of the entire continent."
"We can't afford to lose."
"If we do, it won't just be the Heaven Dou Empire. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and every one of us here will be doomed."
His words were unbearably grave, making everyone's hearts tighten.
Tang San changed tack.
"It's certainly a happy occasion that