Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance but said nothing more.
Bone Douluo, whose temperament had always been somewhat sinister, was now behaving himself perfectly.
After all, in the original story, he had wanted to quietly finish Tang San off. When it came to Chen Ling, however, he did not even have the courage to say a few words behind his back.
Others might not have been able to watch a battle between Limit Douluos, but how could the two of them not know?
They had witnessed the entire battle between Chen Ling and Qian Daoliu. They had simply stayed out of sight because of the relationship between Qian Daoliu and Chen Xin.
Thus, they regarded Chen Ling partly as a junior, yet also with reverence for a powerful expert. That was only because Chen Ling had an easygoing personality; otherwise, reverence might have been all that remained.
Ning Fengzhi finished writing the letter and sealed it, intending to have Sword Douluo deliver it. Before Chen Xin could take it, however, another large, withered hand snatched it away.
"I'll deliver it. That old sword bastard can't squeeze out a single fart in half a day. I'll go see Rongrong and find out whether Chen Ling has something in mind while I'm there." At those words, Ning Fengzhi gave Gu Rong a surprised look.
"Fengzhi, why are you looking at me like that? Am I really that brainless?" Bone Douluo snorted.
"Chen Ling doesn't look like someone who cares about hollow fame. Besides, if he really wanted the title of one of the Upper Three Sects, why choose now?"
It was truly rare for Spirit Hall to hold such a grand investiture ceremony.
The last expert to receive such treatment might well have been the previous Clear Sky Douluo. All