At the entrance to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The autumn wind howled, sweeping up several withered yellow leaves.
Ning Fengzhi stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in spotless white robes.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong and Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood beside him.
The three of them gazed into the distance, toward Heaven Dou City.
On the horizon, the dark-red afterglow left by last night's Divine Level clash seemed to linger still.
The air carried the oppressive weight of an approaching storm.
Ning Fengzhi broke the long silence.
"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone."
"I've decided to make a personal trip to the Clear Sky Sect."
At those words, the two Titled Douluo turned to look at him in unison.
Gu Rong's brows drew tightly together, his disapproval obvious.
"Fengzhi, things are dangerous outside right now. Leaving the sect is too risky."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head.
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is gone."
"If we don't take the initiative now, the next one to be devoured will surely be our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Chen Xin rested against the Seven Kill Sword, sword intent flickering in his eyes. "Let that old bag of bones go with you."
"His defense is strong, and he runs fast. With him there, he can keep you safe."
"I'll remain behind to guard the sect."
Chen Xin's tone was firm, every word carrying weight.
"As long as I'm here, no one will breach the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly.
There was a hint of weariness in that smile, but also a trace of resolve and hope.
"If this trip succeeds, the Upper Three Sects may still be able to unite as one."
"We must use what remains of the Clear Sky Sect's foundation for