"..."
Noticing the faint sorrow in Ning Qingyun's words, Ning Rongrong opened her mouth, unsure how to comfort her. She could only change the subject. "So, according to you, Sister Qingyun, the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect and the Tang Sect have an irreconcilable blood feud. Then how will you deal with Tang San, who most likely came from the Tang Sect and, like you, appeared on Douluo Continent for some unknown reason?"
"Kill him directly? Or..."
"No."
Within the Spiritual Sea, Ning Qingyun calmly shook her head.
"That Tang San is no simple person. I suspect there's a powerful expert behind him. He probably isn't truly from some humble background. Let's observe him for a while first."
Ning Rongrong, however, did not care much.
"A powerful expert? So what if there is one? How many forces on the continent today can surpass our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Besides, we have Grandpa Bone, and Sword Grandpa, who under your guidance, Sister Qingyun, now has a chance of breaking through to Limit Douluo. If we decide to deal with Tang San in the future, you need not worry, Sister."
"Mm..."
Ning Qingyun nodded thoughtfully. Suddenly, she recalled the words spoken by that terrifying Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, Scourge of the Undead, that morning when he had left Shrek Academy.
Tang San, Tang Hao, Tang...
Boom!
At that moment, a thunderous crash suddenly rang out in the distance. Ning Rongrong halted, wanting to go see the excitement but hesitating somewhat. Yet in the next moment, after hearing her sister's words, a relieved smile quickly appeared on her face.
"Familiar Sword Intent and pure, emotionless killing intent... Rongrong, if nothing unexpected happens, your Sword Grandpa should have arrived."
At this time, in Shrek Academy's boys' dormitory.
As though sensing something, Tang