Not long after the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan entered the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Qian Daoliu slowly approached with Qian Xunzong and Qian Xunji.
Seeing this, Ning Wuqiu and Wei Wuyou hurried forward, cupped their fists, and bowed.
"Wuqiu greets His Holiness the Pope!"
"Greetings, Your Holiness!"
Qian Daoliu waved a hand, his attitude mild. "No need for such formalities. Mad Blade, it has indeed been a long time since we last met."
"It certainly has been a long time. These two must be your sons, then? Their talents are truly extraordinary."
Wei Wuyou looked at Qian Xunji and Qian Xunzong, surprise involuntarily surfacing in his eyes as he thought to himself:
Twelve years old and already an Advanced Soul Ancestor. What monsters. As expected of the Pope's sons!
And I can't even see through this child!
Qian Xunzong had the protection of two Transcendent Divine-level Martial Souls, which could block all probing. Back in Northwest City, if he had not voluntarily withdrawn his Martial Soul protection, Chen Jianjun and Ye Qiulin would never have been able to investigate his cultivation.
"This junior greets Mad Blade Douluo!!"
Wei Wuyou nodded. Then Ning Wuqiu spoke.
"Your Holiness, please enter the sect. My father has been waiting for quite some time."
"Alright." Qian Daoliu nodded and led Qian Xunzong and Qian Xunji inside.
Watching the three men's backs, Wei Wuyou could not help sighing. "It seems Spirit Hall is about to produce two more Qian Daolius. The continent's balance will soon change, Wuqiu. You must choose your direction carefully!"
Hearing Wei Wuyou's words, Ning Wuqiu's gaze sharpened. "Spirit Hall..."
Inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
At this moment, nearly all the major forces of the continent had arrived in the hall: the Seven Great