Masked Li Pu sat right down in a chair, while Tang Rat was casually tossed aside. No one paid him any attention.
The maids who came in to serve tea were nearly scared out of their wits by Tang Rat's appearance. They had never seen anyone like him before—he didn't even have hands or feet.
By the time Ning Fengzhi returned, only a few of them remained in the great hall.
Ning Fengzhi took two Soul Bones out of his Soul Tool. They were still whole, without the slightest flaw, and the explosive energy within them seemed ready to burst out. They were both excellent specimens.
One Head Soul Bone and one Torso Soul Bone, matching the parts where the Soul Bones on Tang Rat's body had been.
They were both at least fifty thousand years old.
Masked Li Pu chuckled. "They say the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is wealthier than a nation. I never imagined I was so ignorant. This isn't merely wealthier than a nation—it's in a league of its own. You just take out two Soul Bones like it's nothing."
In fact, these ancient sects all had quite a few Soul Bones in their collections. They treasured Soul Bones with higher age especially carefully, ready to bestow them on suitable young descendants once they had grown up.
It was impossible for them to have collected only a few over the course of centuries. Even if taking a Soul Bone from one person and giving it to another weakened its power somewhat, they would still have a few good ones left.
Though his heart was bleeding, and he felt as if he'd lost a fortune, Ning Fengzhi still forced a smile. "Then Tang Rat belongs to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
"Hurry up and take him