Ning Fengzhi could no longer maintain a composed expression and could only put on a mask of pain.
"For now, we can only wait for Tang San. Only when Tang San becomes a god will there be any key to breaking this deadlock. Until then, we can only endure!"
It was not as though Ning Fengzhi had not considered approaching Spirit Hall, feigning compromise, and temporarily submitting to them so his sect's talented Soul Masters would not fall behind in obtaining Soul Rings. Then, once God King Tang San returned, they could turn against Spirit Hall.
He had acted on that thought, but how had those beasts from Spirit Hall responded?
At the time, Qian Xunyi had sat high upon the Pope's throne, looking down at him, while he lay prostrate on the ground, awaiting Qian Xunyi's response.
"Oh, you want to submit to Spirit Hall? Sure, but there's one condition."
"What condition? Your Holiness, I am willing to offer the wealth my sect has accumulated over many years," Ning Fengzhi said.
"I'm not interested in your money. I simply think, Ning Fengzhi, that your Five-Treasure Glazed Pagoda has a few too many levels. If you want to join Spirit Hall, cut off two levels and submit under the name of the Three-Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Otherwise, forget it!"
Just thinking of that condition made Ning Fengzhi so furious he coughed up blood.
A Three-Treasure Glazed Pagoda meant that one's lifelong limit was Soul Elder, merely ten levels higher than a certain Gangzi.
Back in the era of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, they could be counted among the Upper Three Sects, possessing the continent's strongest support-type Martial Soul.
Now, as the Five Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, setting aside Sword and Bone Douluo, they could still be considered Soul