"Sixth Elder."
"Good. Wu Dong, make a trip to the Wind Thunder Sect ruins this time. But don't take his life. A harsh lesson will be enough."
"Yes."
Wu Dong had already heard about this matter on his way here. The same Purple Thunder Hammer martial soul, and Junior Brother Zhou's Soul Power Level had reached forty-nine—yet he had actually lost to a student from some academy?
Forget Heaven Dou Royal Academy—even Thunderclap Academy might not understand lightning-attribute weapon martial souls better than the Heavy Thunder Sect.
"Senior Brother Wu, I'll go with you..."
"No need. I alone will be enough."
He was a core disciple specially groomed by the sect. His opponent was talented enough, but he was only a four-ring Soul Ancestor.
Wu Dong set out from the Heavy Thunder Sect and headed straight for the Wind Thunder Sect ruins.
"Once I've taught him a lesson, I can take a look at what makes the Wind Thunder Sect's Lightning Pool so special."
The Wind Thunder Sect was a great sect with a thousand-year legacy, its foundation far surpassing that of the Heavy Thunder Sect. As for the Lightning Pool, a naturally formed cultivation environment, any lightning-attribute soul master would inevitably yearn for it.
Even the slightest opportunity within it would be an enormous gain.
For some time now, Zhao Tianhe had spent most of his days wandering around the Wind Thunder Sect's ruins. Though the sect had become rubble, quite a few soul masters still paid a sum of Gold Soul Coins to search for treasures there.
As a sect with a thousand-year inheritance, it truly possessed that kind of allure. Even reduced to ruins, soul masters still came here in an endless stream.
Zhao Tianhe shared the same thoughts and often observed the area around the ruins.