Tang Chen stared at him, as if weighing the truth of his words.
The smile in Tang San's eyes deepened, concealing that trace of coldness and leaving behind only a heavy shadow.
Naturally, he knew that old fox Ning Fengzhi well. His ability to follow the wind had long since reached perfection.
Just moments ago, he had looked caught between two sides. Now that Tang San had revealed his Divine Trial, he immediately changed his tune.
Divine Trial, godhood, level one hundred—such weight was enough to make any clever person bow their head.
Clever?
Before absolute strength, what could cleverness accomplish?
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Sect Master Ning," Tang Chen said blandly before turning to leave.
Tang San lagged half a step behind. As he passed Ning Fengzhi, he paused briefly and turned his head, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear. "I'll remember this favor, Uncle Ning."
With that, he quickly followed Tang Chen.
Ning Fengzhi watched the two figures disappear at the end of the corridor. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a sheet of frost.
"We'll talk inside," Ning Fengzhi said in a low voice, taking the lead through the main hall and into the inner chamber.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong followed closely behind, shutting the door behind them.
"Fengzhi, how do you plan to deal with this?" Chen Xin asked.
Ning Fengzhi walked to the window with his back to them and remained silent for a long time.
"In this battle, Tang Chen and Tang San must die."
His voice was gentle, even carrying a trace of weariness.
"Because if they become gods," Ning Fengzhi said as he turned around, "there will no longer be any Upper Three Sects on this continent. The Clear Sky Sect,