By the time the three returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, night had fallen deep.
The main peak was quiet, with only the occasional disciple appearing on night patrol.
The constant traveling had depleted some of Gu Feng's and Ning Rongrong's Soul Power, so they returned to their room together to rest.
Inside the Sect Hall, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin were still waiting for the three to return.
After all, one was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's guardian Douluo, one was his own daughter, and the last was his son-in-law-the white jade pillar destined to hold up the sect's sky.
How could he possibly rest easy?
Just then, ripples spread through the space inside the hall. Gu Rong stepped out of the void and appeared in its center.
Seeing him, Ning Fengzhi smiled warmly.
"Uncle Bone, you're back? Did the trip go smoothly? How did Little Feng's Soul Ring absorption go?"
Chen Xin also opened his eyes and asked in an even tone.
"Yes, how did it go?"
Gu Rong found a chair and sat down, then burst into laughter.
"Smoothly? It went far better than that!"
"Fengzhi, Chen Xin, take a guess. What level do you think Little Feng reached after absorbing that fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring?"
Chen Xin raised his eyebrows slightly and answered without hesitation.
"A fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring contains immense energy. An ordinary Soul Master would have burst apart and died long ago. With two high-age Soul Bones protecting him, he could have gained four levels at the absolute most. Level fifty-four would be his ceiling."
Ning Fengzhi smiled and nodded.
"Level fifty-four would already astound the world. Even among Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, no one could reach that level at his age."
Gu Rong chuckled, held up five fingers, and waved them.