A few days later, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi sat leisurely in a huanghuali rosewood armchair while those two idiots, Sword and Bone, were still fighting.
Just then, hurried footsteps rang out.
"Reporting to Sect Master, two guests of unknown origin have arrived outside the sect, specifically asking to see you. They are suspected to be Titled Douluo."
Ning Fengzhi looked up and glanced at the two idiots still brawling.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong naturally understood.
"Where are the guests now?" Ning Fengzhi asked.
"They have already been invited to the reception hall," the disciple replied.
"Mm." Ning Fengzhi responded softly and waved for the disciple to withdraw.
He rose, adjusted his collar, and said to Chen Xin and Gu Rong, "Let's go meet them."
The three emerged from the rear hall and proceeded along the covered corridor.
The doors to the reception hall stood open.
Before they even approached, Chen Xin turned his head and glanced at Ning Fengzhi.
There was little change in Ning Fengzhi's expression, but he had already sensed a familiar aura.
Entering the hall, they saw two black-robed figures.
Ning Fengzhi immediately noticed the faint outline of a black hammer exposed beneath one black-robed man's robe, and his heart tightened.
The Clear Sky Hammer?
Before he could speak, the black-robed man on the left lifted his hood.
"Uncle Ning, it has been a long time." Tang San's voice carried a trace of restraint, along with that signature fake smile.
Ning Fengzhi watched him, then turned his gaze toward the person beside him. That man slowly removed his hood as well, revealing a gaunt yet imposing face.
"His Excellency Haotian." Ning Fengzhi bowed slightly and cupped his hands in salute.
Damn it, Tang Chen actually came back?
Tang Chen merely responded