Martial Soul: Be a Saint

"Nephew Jia, what do you think they will do?" Wu Tianzong frowned, he looked at his back, and asked.    

    

All these years, the five great families and Jun Yueting had been plaguing the development of the Tian Chi Sect day and night. From the very beginning, they could not find a solution to this problem.    

    

It was all because the opponent was truly too strong.    

    

Their Tian Chi Sect's background was too weak, and under their watch, they developed their abilities.    

    

Because of that, Wu Tianzong's expression became serious.    

    

However, as soon as he said those words, a law enforcement disciple from the Tian Chi Sect walked over quickly from the long corridor.    

    

Seeing the situation, the two of them immediately shut their mouths and did not speak.    

    

"Disciple pays his respects to the two elders, outside our sect, there is an old man who claims to be Jun Yueting who wishes to seek an audience!" The law enforcement disciples of the Tian Chi Sect came before the two of them, cupped their fists and respectfully bowed to them, and at the same time reported with serious expressions.    

    

The moment he said this, both of their hearts shook.    

    

Jia Yi subconsciously turned around and looked at Wu Tianzong. He laughed bitterly and said to him: "Did you hear what I said just now? Look, you really did do what you said! "    

    

After Wu Tianzong heard this, he immediately fell into silence.    

    

After a moment, he regained his senses, and then, he ordered the disciples of the Tian Chi Sect: "Go and bring him to this place to see us! "In addition, instruct the service department to send people to prepare the tea and fruit plates for the guests as soon as possible!"    

    

"Yes, Elder Wu!"    

    

The law enforcement disciples of the Tian Chi Sect accepted the order and turned to leave.    

    

Wu Tianzong's gaze then turned towards Jia Yi, who returned to the stone table with the teacup in his hand and sat down.    

    

"Nephew Jia, you said that he … What is it this time? " Wu Tianzong revealed a face of vigilance, and asked in a small voice.    

    

Other than your nephew Wu Hao, I can't think of anything else that could cause him to personally come to the Tian Chi Sect! Jia Yi replied with a cold smile.    

    

"For Hao Er?" Wu Tianzong immediately frowned.    

    

"I can't take it anymore. Your nephew is hindering his plans!" Jia Yi sighed.    

    

After hearing that, Wu Tianzong's body trembled.    

    

Her bright eyes looked at Jia Yi, and her expression immediately became serious.    

    

"Nephew Jia, could it be that this old man thinks that Hao Er blocked his plans?"    

    

"No, he's not that amazing, but he's not stupid either. He's here to test us out. Be careful later on, be careful of this ship. This old fool is not easy to deal with!"    

    

"Ugh …" Um, nephew Jia, have you sensed any changes recently in my nephew's situation? " Wu Tianzong's expression suddenly turned serious, changed the subject, and asked him again.    

    

Jia Yi was Wu Hao's servant and they had already formed a master and servant contract, so they could feel a subtle connection between the two.    

    

For example, through the master-slave contract, they could sense each other's life or death, or even further, the other party's recent physical condition.    

    

It was also because of this that the Tian Chi Sect still developed steadily after Wu Hao entered the ancient tomb for over thirty years.    

    

Actually, the direct reason for this was because of the message Wu Tianzong had sent him through Jia Yi.    

    

This, Jia Yi who heard his question immediately had a serious expression.    

    

"He's still fine. He seems to still be in closed-door cultivation, so there aren't any big fluctuations coming from him. Jia Yi replied.