As far as Ning Fengzhi was concerned, whether Tang San was a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was important, but not that important.
The most important thing was that Tang San wasn't with Spirit Hall.
In Ning Fengzhi's eyes, Tang San's talent was so extraordinary that calling him terrifyingly gifted was no exaggeration.
Although Ning Fengzhi had just promised Tang Hao that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wouldn't do anything to Tang San, there was still...
After all, the Upper Three Sects were bound together by the same fate (doge)!
They couldn't stab an ally in the back, but if Spirit Hall discovered Tang San's talent one day and relentlessly hunted him down, drawing most of Spirit Hall's attention in the process, there wasn't much the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could do to help.
The Clear Sky Sect was the greatest sect in the world. Surely they could handle it themselves, right?
After laughing at Tang Hao for a long while, the three exchanged glances. Everything was understood without a word.
"Fengzhi, putting Tang San aside, are you really not planning to bring Rongrong back?"
"I think having Rongrong study at that no-name academy in Suotuo City is completely putting the cart before the horse."
"With the resources of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I refuse to believe we can't raise Rongrong into someone capable!"
After Gu Rong finished speaking, Chen Xin also wore a thoughtful expression.
As a pure swordsman, he could tell at a glance what sort of people Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and their ilk were. How could he not worry about his precious granddaughter studying alongside such good-for-nothings?
Ning Fengzhi, however, saw things quite differently. Leaning on his cane, he slowly walked to the Council Hall entrance and gazed up