At that moment, Ning Fengzhi felt the urge to cry as a wave of helplessness swept over him.
From what he knew of Qin Xuan, the man was the type to repay every grievance in full.
At that moment, he could practically foresee the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's miserable future.
But he was unwilling to accept it.
"How is that possible? It has only been a few years since the Sect Tournament." Gu Rong looked utterly incredulous.
"Uncle Bone, have you forgotten that he has Jing Ni Douluo as his wife? Her strength is practically unmatched, enough to suppress even Uncle Sword. Now he has also married Ling Yuan Douluo. With those two helping him hunt Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts to obtain Soul Rings and Soul Bones to increase his strength, what could possibly be difficult?" Ning Fengzhi explained.
"That kid is no harmless fellow, Fengzhi. We need to be careful," Gu Rong said worriedly.
"Don't worry. I have long made preparations." A mysterious smile appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face.
"The Upper Three Sects standing united again?" Gu Rong's mouth twitched violently. In truth, it seemed completely useless. Jing Ni Douluo alone could nearly sweep through the Upper Three Sects.
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly. "No, it should be the Upper Three Sects and the Soul Master Guild standing united."
In fact, Ning Fengzhi had harbored this idea ever since the Soul Master Guild suddenly emerged two years ago.
He was not stupid. On the contrary, he was very intelligent.
Even someone like Xue Xing could see the Soul Master Guild's prospects. How could he fail to see them?
Although the Soul Master Guild followed an elite route.
It did not recruit Soul Masters in large numbers. It merely stationed two or three Soul Saints or stronger at each branch, assigning