"All right."
Ning Fengzhi glanced at Xue Qinghe, who seemed on the verge of speaking, as though guessing what he would say next.
The two walked side by side back to the small private room, with its antique charm and understated elegance.
They had barely settled into their seats before Xue Qinghe spoke impatiently.
"Teacher, do you think Father has gone senile? A mere Tang Yuehua has clouded his judgment with lust and made him give me such an order."
Clearly, Xue Qinghe had not wanted to make peace with Shrek Academy on behalf of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family. He had been forced to do so by Xue Ye's command.
Now, Xue Qinghe's expression was cold, his presence imposing without anger. The overbearing aura of someone in a lofty position radiated from him, utterly unlike the spring-breeze warmth he had shown earlier.
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly, entirely unaffected. "Qinghe, although Xue Ye is getting old, he can still hold on for several more years. As long as he is around, you cannot touch Tang Yuehua."
In that little room, Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe casually discussed matters that would bring the extermination of their entire extended families if leaked.
"Teacher, I'm growing tired of waiting!" A faint killing intent laced Xue Qinghe's voice.
In the past, Ning Fengzhi would certainly have urged Xue Qinghe to consider the bigger picture. Spirit Hall was watching like a tiger waiting to pounce, while the Star Luo Empire kept frantically shifting back and forth.
If you stir up trouble within now, wouldn't you be giving them an opening?
But now, Ning Fengzhi's attitude was that the Heaven Dou Imperial Family could play however they liked. What the hell did it have to do with his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?
*The Blood Pope