Although Qian Ni and Dugu Yan had left, the area outside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well quickly grew noisy.
The moment Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong received the news, they rushed over, but no matter how fast they moved, it was meaningless.
Outside the Poison Formation, Ning Fengzhi dismissed the sect disciples, then used Gu Rong's Bone Dragon Martial Soul to traverse space over a short distance and enter the valley directly.
Ripples spread through the air. Gu Rong's face was pale as he panted lightly.
He and Ning Fengzhi once again appeared in this treasured land that would decide the fate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Fengzhi... cough, cough." Gu Rong coughed twice, steadied his breathing, and said to Ning Fengzhi.
"We need to speed up our research on this place! The residual poison that Old Poison left in my body before he died is incredibly potent. It erodes my body day and night.
"With my ninety-fifth-level Soul Power cultivation, I can barely suppress it.
"Once your Martial Soul Evolution succeeds, you must help me find a way to cure the poison.
"Cough, cough..."
His brows were tightly furrowed, and his tall body was slightly hunched. Clearly, he had suffered greatly these past few days and was in poor condition.
Ning Fengzhi supported Gu Rong, his face full of concern.
"Don't worry, Uncle Bone. I've contacted every sect and family that researches medicinal principles, and some have already responded.
"But regarding Martial Soul Evolution, hadn't we discussed it with Uncle Sword before? Wasn't Rongrong supposed to do it?"
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
But Gu Rong suddenly shook off his hand and said irritably.
"You don't need to put on an act around me.
"Do you think I don't know what you're planning?