The steward hesitated for a moment before replying, "According to public intelligence, he was a level seventy-six Soul Saint, but that information is from a long time ago. No one knows his true strength now."
Salas closed the dossier, a trace of wariness flashing through his eyes.
"Continue gathering intelligence. His Holiness the Pope has other arrangements."
"Yes."
The steward bowed and withdrew.
Salas leaned back in his chair, his fingers rubbing over the dossier's cover.
A level seventy-six Soul Saint? How long ago had that been?
Heh. Someone capable of training seven Violet Gold Soul Fighting students was definitely not something as simple as a mere Soul Saint.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi stood on the viewing platform, gazing at the sea of clouds in the distance.
Chen Xin stood half a step behind him.
"Uncle Sword, have you looked over it?"
"I have."
"What do you think?"
Chen Xin fell silent for a moment.
"Amphoreus's seven-member team has an average Soul Power level above forty-four."
Ning Fengzhi hurriedly asked again, "What about Rongrong's team?"
"Shrek's seven have an average Soul Power level that barely exceeds forty. Tang San's fourth spirit ring is only six thousand years old. Although Dai Mubai has broken through to level forty-two, their team coordination is far inferior to Amphoreus's."
Ning Fengzhi let out a heavy sigh. "If she hadn't broken off the engagement back then..."
Chen Xin did not respond.
Ning Fengzhi looked into the distance. "I went to watch Amphoreus train that day. The level of understanding among those children is more than one tier above Shrek's."
"What are you trying to say?"
Ning Fengzhi was silent for a while.
"After the tournament, Rongrong will probably regret it."
Chen Xin nodded. "Indeed. She has already chosen a different path.