Their journey did not pause until noon.
Chen Ping glided down from the sky with a calm expression. Clearly, the new Level 2 Flying Soul Tool's performance had even exceeded his expectations.
Now Dai Yueheng was no longer the only one interested in it. Ning Tian could not help feeling tempted, too.
She had no intention of sucking Chen Ping dry like Dai Yueheng by buying out the technology outright or anything of the sort. The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was not short of that little bit of money.
A Level 2 Flying Soul Tool that even a Soul Grandmaster could use, and one that could fly for a long time at that, would be quite useful to the disciples of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
In Ning Tian's eyes, the significance of Chen Ping's Flying Soul Tool, usable by even a Soul Grandmaster, might not fall far short of the Hidden Weapons Tang San had sold to the sect back then.
Giving the sect's support-type Soul Masters, who had little fighting ability, the capacity to maneuver and retreat quickly really could greatly improve their chances of survival.
Ten thousand years ago, Ning Fengzhi's investment in purchasing Hidden Weapons had preserved the vast majority of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's fighting strength. It had indeed been a good deal.
But the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect actually treated the investment in Tang San himself as a bad debt with mixed merits and faults.
After all, no one knew why, on the eve of that battle of gods, it had not been Tang Hao, the one best able to take a beating, who died. Instead, the outcome had been a broken sword, shattered bones, and Fengzhi's hair turning white.
Nor did anyone know why Tang San's own mother