Ning Fengzhi's Speculation and Plan

"Uncle Bone, how confident are you that you can forcibly bring Lin Yan back from the Crown Prince's Residence?"

Late at night, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong sat around a table in a side room, all wearing grave expressions.

Chen Xin, in particular, was still frowning deeply, looking especially irritated.

Gu Rong looked at Ning Fengzhi. "He's just a Healing Soul Master. I'm completely confident."

"Good!" Ning Fengzhi's gaze turned resolute.

"Lin Yan insulted Uncle Sword and insulted the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Even if that boy has mastered the method of making Soul Tools, we can't let him remain alive!"

"Bring him back to the Sect and torture him for answers! If that fails, kill him outright! We absolutely cannot let the method for making Soul Tools spread!"

As he spoke, he very deliberately put Chen Xin first. He seemed to have realized what had angered him during the day and wanted to use this to ease some of the resentment in his heart.

Chen Xin said nothing. As usual, he kept that sour expression on his face.

Gu Rong, however, sighed regretfully from the side.

"Ah..."

"It's such a pity. If we could truly master the method of making those things..."

Gu Rong did not finish the sentence, but the other two understood the implication.

Ning Fengzhi snorted coldly. "There's nothing to regret."

"Without Lin Yan, there's still Tang San!"

"Have you forgotten? Tang San also used a number of weapons resembling activation devices during the entrance examination."

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Shadow Guards were everywhere. Ning Fengzhi had even planted spies in many major Sects, so he truly possessed quite a bit of information on Tang San.

After thinking back for a moment, Gu Rong suddenly realized.