"What Uncle Jian described should be true. After all, only after that massacre could the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan have found themselves unable to withstand a Super Douluo."
Ning Fengzhi spoke with a bitter chuckle.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo froze, then asked in unison, "What massacre?"
"It was a massacre the Upper Three Sects and the two great empires once endured together, one that nearly wiped out entire clans and sects. It's time you knew about it, Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu."
"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, follow me."
With that, Ning Fengzhi led the way into the depths of the sect grounds.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance and followed.
The group passed one elegant, classical building after another, winding through turn after turn until they arrived before an utterly unremarkable little building that looked like a storage shed.
Ning Fengzhi pushed open its door and led Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo inside.
The building covered roughly two hundred square meters. Four towering black pillars carved with coiling dragons stood around it, and the floor was paved with luminous white marble tiles, each a meter long and wide.
The first thing that met their eyes was two rows of statues, one on either side. Each stood around two meters tall, gleaming white from head to foot, carved entirely from white crystal.
The statues on the left were all men, some young and some middle-aged, but every one exuded a dignified bearing and gentle refinement.
Those on the right were women who appeared to be between twenty and thirty, some gentle as water, some possessed of an otherworldly grace, and others cold as frost.
This inconspicuous little building was actually the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Ancestral Temple, the resting place of its