No sooner had Ning Rongrong finished speaking than two sets of footsteps sounded outside the courtyard gate.
Yu Tianheng wore a dark blue fitted outfit, his frame noticeably straighter than it had been half a year ago. The youthful immaturity had faded from between his brows, replaced by the steadiness of someone tempered by experience. Yet a lingering gloom remained buried deep in his eyes.
Zhu Zhuyun beside him was still dressed in black, her figure slender and graceful, her gaze sharp as a blade. But when she looked at Ning Rongrong, there was a trace of concern that was difficult to detect.
Ning Rongrong had summoned them under the pretext of discussing sect affairs. But the moment they pushed open the courtyard gate and saw the four people standing inside, they both stopped short, their expressions changing dramatically.
"Tang San?!"
Yu Tianheng cried out in shock, instinctively taking half a step back. His right hand instantly gripped the sword at his waist, his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul nearly bursting from his body.
Zhu Zhuyun's body tensed at once as well. The aura of her Hell Spirit Cat quietly spread out, her wary gaze sweeping across Tang San and the others while Soul Power gathered at her fingertips.
They had never imagined that Spirit Hall Empire's most wanted fugitive, with a bounty of one million Gold Soul Coins on his head, would appear in the core courtyard of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
"Don't be nervous." Ning Rongrong hurried forward and stood in front of them. She gently shook her head, and that alone explained everything.
Yu Tianheng and Zhu Zhuyun's pupils contracted. They exchanged a glance and forcibly suppressed the urge to attack.
They could clearly sense the dark-red Asura killing aura emanating from Tang San,