Tang Tian set down his teacup and asked in return, "What do you think, Your Highness?"
Qian Renxue fell silent.
[Inside the Sea of Consciousness]
The Six-Winged Angel said urgently, "Host! Isn't he treating Ning Rongrong too well? He's never treated you this well!"
"Shut up."
Qian Renxue snapped inwardly, yet she had to admit that Tang Tian really had put thought into this.
Watching Ning Rongrong, who was drenched in sweat yet precisely controlling the five-colored threads of Soul Power, Qian Renxue suddenly spoke:
"You're training her for more than just breaking through to four-aperture control, aren't you?"
"You're laying her foundation. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda becomes harder to control the further she advances. Sect Master Ning can't bear to push her, so you've played the villain for him."
Tang Tian raised his teacup and took a light sip, neither confirming nor denying it.
Before long, Ning Rongrong finished her training and lifted her chin haughtily.
Qian Renxue smiled and turned to Tang Tian.
"I'll come join the fun another day."
Tang Tian chuckled. "All right."
The courtyard fell quiet again.
Tang Tian gazed in the direction Qian Renxue had left.
There was plenty of time ahead.
Twenty years later.
The continent's balance of power had long since been turned upside down.
Whether Spirit Hall or the two great empires, all now looked up to the same legend-the Ling Tian Divine Pavilion.
Its pavilion master, Tang Tian, had reached the realm of a Level 99 Limit Douluo at just over twenty years of age.
He had once stirred strange phenomena in the heavens, prompting the Divine Realm to send down divine light to receive him.
But with a casual wave, he had scattered that skyful of divine might.
He had outright rejected the Divine Realm's welcoming