When Ning Bei saw that Oscar did not mind his leaving the sect, a flicker of joy crossed Oscar's face, but Ning Bei's next words dimmed his eyes again.
"And besides, I was the one who instructed the sect not to pay too much attention to you and Ma Hongjun."
"Uh..."
Oscar's expression fell. For Ning Bei to say that was as good as openly denying his value, and it dealt an unprecedented blow to his pride.
He had thought that he and Fatty had been neglected by the sect because the others at the academy had not gotten along very well with the Little Princess back then, and that they had merely taken the blame for Dai Mubai, Tang San, Grandmaster, and the rest. But now it seemed that was not the case at all.
"I... can I know why? Was it because of what Ning Rongrong went through at the academy? That had nothing to do with me or Fatty. And our talent..."
Oscar wanted to defend himself and explain his own talent, but as he spoke, he fell silent. Thinking back to the Soul Ring configurations of the Seven Treasure Battle Team at the Soul Master Competition five years ago, he could not bring himself to say that his talent was still fairly good no matter what.
When he had still been a Soul Ancestor, Ning Rongrong and her group had already, as a whole, buried themselves into the Soul King level. And now that he had worked hard to reach the cultivation of a Soul Emperor, that group's strength would only be even more terrifying.
Ning Bei had clearly seen through what he was thinking as well. Since he had already decided to bring the other man into the sect, it was necessary to make certain