Before the empty site where the courtyard had once stood, Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong bowed deeply toward the empty air, their voices respectful and solemn:
"Farewell, Great Enshrined!"
Only after the immense pressure lingering over the mountains had completely dissipated did the three slowly straighten.
Gu Rong stepped forward. Seeing Ning Fengzhi's reddened eyes, he could not help sighing with emotion:
"Fengzhi, it seems we truly made the right choice this time. For thousands of years, every Sect Master of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has longed to break the shackles of our martial soul. Now Chen and Rongrong have not merely reached eight treasures-they have advanced straight to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! That martial soul was recorded only in ancient texts!"
Chen Xin also shed his usual sternness, a measure of relief entering his voice:
"The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's support abilities are many times stronger than those of the seven-treasure pagoda. With Rongrong and Chen cultivating under the Great Enshrined, their future accomplishments will likely far surpass ours. They might even reach the legendary realm of gods."
Ning Fengzhi looked toward Spirit City, his gaze deep and complicated. It held both hope for his sect's future and concern for his children:
"Yes. Their future has long since outgrown this tiny patch of land belonging to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
He withdrew his gaze, his expression turning resolute:
"There is no time to lose. We will leave for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan immediately and coordinate the arrangements for our submission with Yue Guan and Gui Mei. The sooner our sect becomes part of Spirit Hall's structure, the sooner we can repay the Great Enshrined's generous favor."
Chen Xin and Gu Rong both nodded. Without another word, the three