"My disciple, Tang San, has Twin Martial Souls and extraordinary talent. His future achievements are limitless!"
"If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to support us, then in the future..."
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, as if he could already see the day Shrek Academy ruled the continent.
However, Ning Fengzhi's expression grew colder and colder.
Twin Martial Souls?
Tang San?
If this had been before, he might have been somewhat interested.
But after witnessing Lin Qiu's terrifying strength, which had overwhelmed a Titled Douluo, and the miracle of him casually creating a Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda,
the so-called Twin Martial Souls seemed nothing special to him.
What was more, Yu Xiaogang was clearly standing against Lin Qiu.
Support him?
Wouldn't that be tantamount to opposing the unfathomable His Highness the Holy Son?
Ning Fengzhi was a clever man. He would never make such a losing bargain.
"Sorry."
Ning Fengzhi didn't even wait for him to finish speaking before cutting him off.
His voice was flat, but it carried a chill that kept people a thousand miles away.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has been having some difficulties with its finances lately. I'm afraid we're unable to support your academy's development."
"Grandmaster, you'd best seek help elsewhere."
Yu Xiaogang froze, his face full of disbelief.
"Sect Master Ning, you... aren't you going to think it over?"
"That's Twin Martial Souls! A descendant of the Clear Sky Sect!"
"This is a guaranteed investment!"
A trace of impatience flashed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes. He couldn't even be bothered to explain further. He simply turned and bowed to Lin Qiu.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, if there are no further instructions, I'll take my leave."
With that, he left with Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.