Nan Yi still had not recovered from his fright.
It was not merely the White Tiger Hall's rebellion. What terrified him even more was the speed of Tongtian's cultivation progress. It was downright monstrous!
When the two had first met at Sunken Sky Mountain, Nan Yi had been absolutely confident that he could suppress Tongtian. He could even have escaped unscathed from the Holy Land Interception Sect, despite its many Dao-Unification Realm experts.
Yet only a few months had passed since then-a span in which even an ordinary mortal without any cultivation could hardly have made progress.
But Tongtian had not only progressed; he had stepped straight into the sixth heaven of the Dao-Unification Realm!
Now Liu Sheng was dead, his Dao extinguished, and Yan Tu's true spirit had fled. The White Tiger Hall would soon come sweeping back, and Nan Yi could now survive only by relying on the Holy Land Interception Sect.
"Hall Master Tongtian, it seems those traitors from the White Tiger Hall certainly won't let this rest."
"We must make preparations as soon as possible!"
Faced with an expert like Tongtian, Nan Yi could no longer afford to worry about much else. He could only take it upon himself to promise Tongtian the position of hall master first.
After all, once Holy Mother Feihong arrived, the White Tiger Hall and the Holy Land Interception Sect would be nothing but minor players. Black Cliff Cave would still have the final say in everything.
As Nan Yi spoke, he cautiously studied Tongtian's expression.
Seeing that Tongtian showed neither joy nor displeasure at receiving the hall master's position, much less showered him with gratitude as others would have, Nan Yi's heart lurched.
This man seeks neither wealth nor power. He must have some grand design!
Tongtian could not be