Glazed Tile's Allegiance Settled the Grand Design, a Child's Sincere Heart Sought a Master

Qian Renxue gently stroked her head without saying much, then turned her gaze toward Ning Fengzhi and his two companions.

Ning Fengzhi drew a deep breath, as though he had made an enormous decision, and walked toward Qian Daoliu step by step with Chen Xin and Gu Rong. The three exchanged glances, then bowed in unison, their movements solemn and resolute.

"Thank you, Great Enshrined, for granting Chen this opportunity."

Ning Fengzhi's voice was low and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

"After repeated discussions with our two supreme elders, I have come to recognize the urgency of the situation on the continent and the threat from the Divine Realm. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to submit to Spirit Hall and follow its overall arrangements."

The courtyard fell silent the instant those words were spoken.

Yaochen, resting in Qian Renxue's hand, seemed to sense the change in atmosphere too. He gently nuzzled her palm and folded his wings.

In her view, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had never possessed the strength to contend with Spirit Hall. Ning Fengzhi's decision had only been a matter of time.

Qian Daoliu sat upright in the stone chair, a faint fragrance still rising from the teacup in his hand. His gaze slowly swept over Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong.

A helplessness Ning Fengzhi could scarcely conceal lurked in his eyes-the sorrow of seeing a sect with a thousand-year legacy about to change its very structure. Chen Xin's brows were slightly furrowed, his hand quietly clenching beneath his white robes. Though unwilling to accept it, he understood that this was the sect's only path to survival. Gu Rong's gaze lingered on Ning Rongrong before finally giving way to a silent sigh, his eyes holding both concern for the sect's future