Ning Fengzhi watched the members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan leave the hall. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a thoughtful look.
He turned to Sword Douluo Chen Xin beside him and asked in a low voice.
"Uncle Sword, what do you think?"
Chen Xin snorted coldly, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has always been arrogant. For them to suddenly come here and issue a challenge, they likely have another motive."
"Especially since they brought such a precious healing-type Soul Tool as the stakes. They clearly came prepared."
Ning Fengzhi nodded, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Indeed. They mentioned a team battle, clearly intending to target the support-oriented nature of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Chen Xin smiled faintly, his tone carrying a measure of confidence.
"There is no need to worry too much. Though our sect focuses on support, there are quite a few exceptionally gifted disciples among the younger generation."
"Especially that girl Rongrong. Her recent progress has been astonishing."
Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment.
"Uncle Sword, have the other young disciples step up their training. We cannot afford any mistakes in tomorrow's battle."
"As for Rongrong, we'll decide then whether to let her take the field."
Ning Fengzhi hesitated somewhat. No matter how gifted Rongrong was, she was only at a little over ten ranks and had not even obtained her second soul ring.
Chen Xin acknowledged the order and left. Ning Fengzhi remained alone in the hall, his deep gaze fixed on the distance.
He knew clearly that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had not come merely for a sparring match.
Meanwhile, Ye Ruilin sat cross-legged in his room, his eyes closed as he focused on sensing the surging power within