However, these offensive Soul Tools were not for sale. They were merely displayed, and only the military could use them.
Ning Fengzhi had personally witnessed the terrifying power of these offensive Soul Tools. Their might was no weaker than the hidden weapons Tang San had previously provided to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
His heart had already sunk to the bottom.
Would he live to see the day the Spirit Hall Empire fell?
Outside the window, a black cat quietly departed.
Ning Fengzhi's reaction was exactly as Jiang Chen had expected.
"Yu Xiaogang." A cold glint flashed in Jiang Chen's cat eyes as he padded lightly toward Grandmaster's residence.
Flender and Liu Erlong's Story
Jiang Chen spread out his spiritual power and sensed that Grandmaster was currently in Liu Erlong's room.
A mortal's spiritual power could only detect the outlines and aura of things, as well as sounds and the like. It was merely a rough form of detection.
Only upon reaching godhood would spiritual power transform into divine sense. Under divine sense, everything could be seen as clearly as if with one's own eyes—indeed, it was even sharper than one's natural senses, leaving nothing unnoticed.
When he was still a hundred meters from Liu Erlong's room, Jiang Chen stopped.
He looked up at the nearby roof. The somewhat disheveled Flender was sitting on the ridge, holding a wine flask and constantly pouring liquor into his mouth.
As Flender drank, he stared at Liu Erlong's distant room. His already drunken face was filled with bitterness.
Back then, thanks to his counsel, Grandmaster had untied a small knot in his heart and had been willing to live with Liu Erlong as husband and wife.
Yet all these years, Grandmaster had not touched Liu Erlong even once.
Although Liu Erlong said