What did Tang San's Blue Silver Grass fear? Ice and fire!
As luck would have it, the Skywater Team and the Windfire Team consisted mainly of ice-type and fire-type Soul Masters, countering Tang San so thoroughly they could crush him.
"If we don't let Xiao San compete, can we beat Skywater and Windfire? No, it's not just Xiao San who can't compete. Xuan Wei can't either. They have the same Martial Soul."
"If we used the Moonshadow Demon Tiger, we should be able to break through Skywater and Windfire. But Zhu Zhuqing simply refuses to cooperate."
Yu Dashi scratched his short-cropped hair with a miserable expression, racking his brains for a way to face these two teams.
"Rongrong!"
Just then, a familiar voice rang out behind them.
Ning Fengzhi, dressed in white as always, stood behind them and waved.
"Dad!"
Ning Rongrong ran over excitedly and threw herself into her father's arms.
"All right, all right, Rongrong. Dad has something to do today."
Ning Fengzhi turned toward Tang San and said, "Tang San, let's have a few words in private."
"All right."
Tang San was initially taken aback when he heard that Ning Fengzhi wanted to speak to him alone, but he immediately agreed.
Ning Fengzhi led Tang San all the way to a quaint, old-fashioned teahouse.
The teahouse did not look particularly large. It had only three floors, all decorated in an antique style.
At that hour, there were only two or three customers inside, making it particularly quiet.
They reached a private seating area at the far end of the second floor. Ning Fengzhi pushed aside a folding screen and led Tang San inside.
There was only one person in the room. Hearing their arrival, he had already risen from his seat.
The man looked about twenty-seven or