"Nothing is impossible. Otherwise, how could he have withstood the Clear Sky True Body with his cultivation as a Soul King of only sixty-odd levels?"
Gu Rong leaned his massive skeletal frame against the sofa. He was all but certain now what Zhao Su had come for.
"Old Bones, are you saying Zhao Su is like you?"
"That's hard to say, but I'm certain that even if he isn't from the Divine Realm, he must have ties to it!"
"Fengzhi, support us. We'll kill him."
As Chen Xin spoke to Ning Fengzhi, sword intent surged out of his body.
"No. We still haven't gotten to the bottom of this. If we strike rashly, we might make a powerful enemy for ourselves. Then not only would our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect be in danger, but Uncle Gu would be too."
"Then what do you suggest?"
"We watch and wait for now, ready to act at any moment!"
The usually gentle and refined Ning Fengzhi now revealed a killing intent utterly out of keeping with his demeanor.
At the same time, Ning Fengzhi dispatched direct disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, seeking to join forces with them against Spirit Hall.
By now, they were convinced that Zhao Su belonged to Spirit Hall.
Taking on Spirit Hall meant taking on Zhao Su.
That evening, Ning Fengzhi personally hosted a banquet for Zhao Su.
Ostensibly, it was to thank Zhao Su for saving Ning Rongrong's life. In reality, he was secretly probing for information.
But the moment Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth, Zhao Su saw through him.
Since that was the case, Zhao Su stopped concealing his intentions.
"You're right, Sect Master Ning. I do belong to Spirit Hall,