"Sect Master Ning, what did you want with Tang San? He's on his way back now." Flender's stiff face twitched as he asked in puzzlement.
Ning Fengzhi continued, "I merely wanted to discuss a little cooperation with him."
Flender silently watched Ning Fengzhi without answering. Before long, a commotion outside the academy drew their attention.
Grandmaster came hurrying toward the gates with Tang San on his back and Liu Erlong beside him. Tang San had already passed out. His face was deathly pale, blood trickled faintly from the corner of his mouth, and his breathing was barely perceptible.
"Brother!" At the sight, Xiao Wu's little face flushed with anxiety. But she dared not rush out and could only hide among the crowd, fretting to herself.
Just then, seven dazzling streams of light descended from the sky, sweeping over Tang San's body like a rainbow.
In an instant, Tang San's entire body trembled violently. His broken arm healed at once, and he gave a low groan, his fingers twitching slightly.
A Seven-Colored Glazed Tile Pagoda over a foot tall had appeared in Ning Fengzhi's right palm. Its precious light shimmered with imposing grandeur as seven soul rings rose from beneath his feet.
Flender looked at Ning Fengzhi in surprise. He had not expected the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to heal Tang San. He immediately walked over with great enthusiasm, smiling broadly. "Thank you, Sect Master Ning."
"It was no trouble at all." Ning Fengzhi nodded at Flender, looking refined and amiable. His words carried an air of magnanimity.
Ning Fengzhi had treated Tang San solely because he still needed something from him: he wanted to buy Tang San's hidden weapons. Compassion had nothing to do with it.
For someone like him, everything he did had to