The fragrance of tea curled through the side hall. Watching Li Pu's nonchalant demeanor, Qian Renxue could not help but frown. "You really let him return to the Clear Sky Sect just like that? With Tang Xiao and the Seven Great Elders protecting him, he can develop in peace within the sect. Before long, he'll fully digest the power of that hundred-thousand-year soul ring. By then, it won't be so easy to make a move against him."
Bibi Dong, who had rushed over after receiving the news, also nodded slightly. There was a chill in her violet-black eyes. "Tang San is sinister, patient, and ruthless. He is best at playing the pig to eat the tiger. In his previous life, he climbed step by step to the realm of holding two god positions. He is no ordinary person. Letting him return to the Clear Sky Sect now is no different from letting a tiger loose in the mountains."
Neither of them was shortsighted. They understood Tang San's potential all too well.
A twelve-year-old Soul King, with a hundred-thousand-year soul ring as his fifth ring, Twin Martial Souls as his foundation, and memories from tens of thousands of years as a God King from his previous life—if given enough time to catch his breath, the speed of his growth would undoubtedly be terrifying.
What was more, the Clear Sky Sect had been passed down for hundreds of years. As the foremost of the Upper Three Sects, its foundations were unfathomably deep. Even after sealing itself away for decades, the resources and secret arts it had hidden away were beyond anything an ordinary sect could compare to.
With those things supporting him, Tang San would only grow faster.
Yet Li Pu merely smiled and reached down to rub Pachi's little head in