Early in the morning, inside the camp tent, "Another group has arrived?" Yu Yuanzhen asked a Soul Master from the scouting party standing before him. Mo Lin, Mo Teng, and Mo Jia were also present. The four strongest individuals among all the camps had gathered here—though Mo Lin had never displayed his strength, leaving the other three uncertain of his true power.
The scouting Soul Master replied, "Yes, Clan Leader. Based on my experience, they should be from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Ning Fengzhi himself is very likely among them."
"You may leave." Yu Yuanzhen was still the clan leader in name, so in most situations, he remained the one giving orders.
The moment the scout left, Yu Yuanzhen turned his gaze toward Mo Lin, a smile tinged with mockery appearing on his face. "Xiao Lin, just as you expected, Ning Fengzhi really is coming to stick his nose in! I already know what he intends to say—nothing more than 'the upper three sects are bound together in solidarity, we must not fight among ourselves, we must stand united against outsiders.' His heart is clearly filled with nothing but the interests of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, yet he puts on the face of a man worrying for the nation and its people. It's precisely because of that hypocritical act that I've always despised him!"
"But no matter how much you dislike Ning Fengzhi, he's here now. We can't exactly refuse to see him, can we?" Mo Jia was of the same generation as Yu Yuanzhen, so he naturally spoke more casually.
"Of course we can't refuse to see him," Mo Lin said. He had no choice but to speak; Yu Yuanzhen had just addressed him by name. "This time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has