douluo dalu: the rise of the sacred gear sect

On his return to Nouding City, Xian Ye and his guards traveled along the main road when a luxurious carriage blocked their path. The insignia on the carriage was unmistakable—the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.

As the carriage came to a halt, two figures stepped out: Ning Fengzhi, the clan master, and Sword Douluo, Chen Xin. Their presence alone made the air heavy with pressure, but Xian Ye stood firm, unfazed.

"Young man, may I ask your name?" Ning Fengzhi spoke with a polite but curious tone.

Xian Ye gave a slight smile. "Xian Ye, heir to a fallen noble clan."

Sword Douluo's sharp eyes glanced at Cloud and Saber. His instincts screamed that these two were extraordinary. "And who might they be?" he asked.

Xian Ye smirked. "My guardians."

Ning Fengzhi's expression changed subtly, but Sword Douluo's brows furrowed. He was a Title Douluo himself, yet he could sense an unfathomable depth in these two individuals. Could it be…?

Ning Fengzhi chuckled. "It seems we have encountered a remarkable young genius. If you ever require support, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan is always open to allies."

As their carriage departed, Xian Ye smirked. He had left an unforgettable impression. His rise was only beginning.