Night Raid on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect

"What sincerity does Mentor want?"

Ning Fengzhi fell silent again. In truth, he was not looking for any sincerity. He wanted reassurance.

He could not see through Dongfang Yu at all, and that left him deeply uneasy.

"How about this?" Dongfang Yu suddenly said.

Ning Fengzhi did not understand. He merely watched him in confusion, unable to guess what he intended to do.

A minute later, Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened!

What had he just seen?! He was a Soul Douluo!!

And he even had three hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings...

This was simply unbelievable. Wait!

What kind of martial soul was this?! A Demon...

"This is this student's strength. Other than Mentor, no one knows about it." Dongfang Yu withdrew his martial soul and explained calmly.

Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched. "Pope..."

"What this student means is that only Mentor knows about this."

Ning Fengzhi slumped weakly into his chair. He had lost this clash!

He had lost completely, without even the slightest chance.

"Mentor should also know that, whether for public or private reasons, this student would never do anything to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Burning bridges after crossing the river is even less possible," Dongfang Yu added. He knew Ning Fengzhi had been thoroughly shaken.

Half an hour later.

Ning Fengzhi tossed aside the half-finished cigarette and looked up. "Remember this: I only support you, not Spirit Hall."

Dongfang Yu could not help laughing. "Mentor, why be so cautious? I represent Spirit Hall."

"No. I said it already. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect only supports Dongfang Yu, not Spirit Hall. If you agree, then I will remain your mentor for the rest of my life. If you refuse, I would rather have you lead Spirit Hall's army to destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect someday."

Dongfang Yu