Ning Fengzhi's Olive Branch!

Notting City, Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.

"Really? That's wonderful, Little San! Your growth has been incredibly fast. You've already broken through to level 15!"

"I knew I hadn't misjudged you. With a growth rate like yours, you stand among the very best on the entire continent!"

"You are the disciple Yu Xiaogang is most proud of!"

When Yu Xiaogang learned that Tang San's Soul Power Level had so quickly broken through to level 15, delight appeared on his face. The way he looked at Tang San was as though he were gazing upon a priceless treasure.

Everyone said that Yu Xiaogang was useless? That his theories were nothing but empty talk?

Then, when my disciple becomes a Titled Douluo someday, scholars will naturally argue my case!

Although Yu Xiaogang was delighted by Tang San's cultivation speed, Tang San himself did not look particularly excited.

"Little San, what's wrong?"

Noticing that Tang San's expression seemed off, Yu Xiaogang's delight faded slightly.

"Teacher, how many levels do you think Luo Fan is at now?" Tang San asked Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang: "..."

At the mention of Luo Fan's name, Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened slightly.

"If my guess is correct, he should be at least level 17 now, perhaps even above level 18?"

Tang San made a rough estimate in his heart.

Luo Fan's Wood Clone multiplying his cultivation speed was simply too overpowered.

Although Luo Fan was no longer by his side, Tang San still regarded him as his only competitive target.

Now that Luo Fan was gone, Tang San did not feel relieved at all. Instead, he constantly wondered how many levels Luo Fan had reached and whether he had created another Soul Skill.

In short, Luo Fan had once been right there before him. Now, Tang San felt as though Luo Fan was everywhere.

"Little San, I actually learned something about Luo Fan's whereabouts from the headmaster." Seeing that Tang San had practically turned Luo Fan into an inner demon, Yu Xiaogang hesitated briefly before speaking.

"Oh? Teacher, where did Luo Fan go?" Tang San's eyes lit up as he stared at him.

"According to the headmaster, His Highness the Second Prince of Heaven Dou City came to Notting Academy two or three months ago. He seemed to think highly of Luo Fan, so Luo Fan left with him. He has not returned to this day, so he likely went to Heaven Dou City with him," Yu Xiaogang replied.

"Heaven Dou City?"

With a clear destination in mind, determination appeared in Tang San's eyes. "Teacher, starting today, I'll add two—no, three more hours of training every day!"

"When I reach level 20, I'll go to Heaven Dou City and take a look!"

"Also, Teacher, it would be best if my second Soul Skill could counter Luo Fan!"

Naturally, Luo Fan had no idea that, even though he was no longer at Notting Academy, Tang San still regarded him as an imaginary rival in his heart.

After finishing the soul hunt with Su Yuntao, the two had immediately turned around and rushed back to Heaven Dou City overnight.

Having successfully absorbed a roughly 1,500-year-old Gale Wolf Soul Ring, Su Yuntao could clearly feel that his Soul Power had risen by a large margin. He had even crossed a level to reach level 32, officially becoming a Soul Elder. (I remembered incorrectly and thought the maximum age limit for a third Soul Ring was 2,700 years, but it was actually 1,700 years, so I corrected the earlier part and changed the 2,000-year-old Gale Wolf to 1,500 years!)

After entering the city, the two said their goodbyes, and Luo Fan went straight home.

However, when he reached his doorstep, Luo Fan's steps paused slightly.

Because Luo Fan's home stood directly opposite Xue Qinghe's residence, when Luo Fan arrived at his own door, he saw Xue Qinghe personally seeing a guest off—right to the entrance.

Xue Qinghe's guest was an elegant, wealthy-looking man who appeared to be around thirty.

At his side were two companions who also appeared to be in their thirties, one with black hair and the other with white hair.

Luo Fan glanced over curiously. What sort of distinguished guest was worthy of Xue Qinghe personally seeing him to the door?

"Hm?"

It seemed the silver-haired man had noticed Luo Fan's curious gaze. He followed it back toward Luo Fan, studied him for a moment, and let out a soft sound of surprise.

"Uncle Jian, what is it?" the leading man asked in surprise upon hearing the silver-haired man.

"Sect Master, that child is far from ordinary," the silver-haired man answered, his gaze fixed on Luo Fan.

Hearing this, the leading man also looked toward Luo Fan.

A child who looked only about seven years old was enough for Uncle Jian to judge as extraordinary?

One had to know that Uncle Jian, known as the Sword Douluo, was not merely a Titled Douluo. As a sword cultivator, his perception was far sharper than that of ordinary Titled Douluo.

Xue Qinghe, who had seen his guests to the gate, naturally heard the conversation between Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo. He simply beckoned to Luo Fan. "Brother Luo Fan, come over here!"

"Brother Qinghe!" Luo Fan walked over at his call and greeted him.

Bone Douluo, standing nearby, also stared closely at Luo Fan for a moment before whispering something into Ning Fengzhi's ear.

Upon hearing it, Ning Fengzhi's brows rose imperceptibly.

The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo could be called the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two pillars holding up the heavens!

Uncle Jian's attitude indicated that, despite his young age, this child possessed extremely profound Soul Power—even far deeper than that of most Soul Elders!

What Uncle Bone said made Ning Fengzhi even more startled!

As someone with a spatial-type martial soul, Uncle Bone said that he could sense unusual spatial fluctuations from this child.

There was a high probability that he possessed a spatial-type martial soul, or at the very least, had mastered a spatial-type Soul Skill!

"Your Highness the Second Prince, this young friend is called Luo Fan, correct?" Upon hearing Xue Qinghe address Luo Fan, Ning Fengzhi smiled.

"Yes, Sect Master Ning. His name is Luo Fan, and he is my..." Xue Qinghe nodded, but paused slightly when speaking of his relationship with Luo Fan.

Calling him a friend seemed too distant.

Calling him a capable subordinate and right-hand man would seem even more estranged.

After only a brief pause, Xue Qinghe continued, "We address each other as brothers. He is my beloved friend and brother in arms!"

"May I ask how old you are, young friend Luo Fan? And whose disciple are you?" Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, then looked at Luo Fan with curiosity.

"Greetings, Sect Master Ning!" Hearing Ning Fengzhi's question, Luo Fan solemnly bowed.

Sect Master Ning? His surname was Ning, and he was a sect master. Most importantly, he was important enough for Xue Qinghe to personally see him to the entrance?

Luo Fan could naturally guess the man's identity: Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

But hadn't Xue Qinghe been Ning Fengzhi's disciple in the original story? Yet he was addressing him as Sect Master Ning now.

It seemed that, at this point in time, their master-disciple relationship had not yet been established?

As thoughts raced through his mind, Luo Fan remained outwardly calm and answered, "I'll be seven in another two or three months. As for whose disciple I am, I have not taken a master. I've only been studying at the academy."

"Oh?"

Hearing Luo Fan's answer, Ning Fengzhi's eyes brightened. Then he asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"Just now, Brother Qinghe addressed you as Sect Master Ning. Could you be Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master Ning of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?" Luo Fan had no intention of pretending ignorance and asked candidly.

"Correct. You are a clever young friend!"

Ning Fengzhi broke into a smile and continued, "Would you be willing to visit my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, young friend?"