"Daddy, how much longer do we have to wait?"
A clear voice rang out from the high, wide watchtower.
Ning Fengzhi held the hand of a girl with short pink hair and a white dress.
Her face was small and delicate, as tender as a peeled lychee.
She possessed a faint air of nobility.
Behind the father and daughter stood the tall Sword Douluo and the burly Bone Douluo.
Ning Fengzhi lowered his eyes and smiled, a smile that felt like a spring breeze.
"Rongrong, just a little longer, your fiancé is coming."
"In the future, you'll have many more times to wait for him."
"But it's so boring standing here."
Ning Rongrong grasped Ning Fengzhi's hand with both hands and gently shook it.
She wanted to go play.
Ning Fengzhi helplessly broke free and gently rubbed Ning Rongrong's hair.
"Rongrong, be good, wait a little longer, you can't"
"Hmph!"
Before Ning Fengzhi could finish speaking.
Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks in a huff, crossed her arms, and said in a muffled voice:
"Rongrong knows, he's the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, I can't fool around."
"Hehe, it's good that Rongrong remembers."
Ning Fengzhi nodded lightly and patted her little head.
Ning Rongrong snorted, her bright eyes darting around.
She was very lively, with a hint of mischievousness.
"Fengzhi, they're here."
The Sword Douluo behind him suddenly spoke.
"Heh! It seems this Holy Son is more extraordinary than we imagined."
Bone Douluo chuckled, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"Oh? Uncle Bone, what makes you say that?"
Ning Fengzhi looked at Bone Douluo in confusion.
Sword Douluo said in surprise:
"Salas, that fellow, is currently acting as a coachman for that Holy Son."
Hearing this.
Ning Fengzhi's expression froze slightly, and then he revealed a somewhat inexplicable smile.
He was very familiar with Salas's face.
It seemed the Holy Son indeed had some tricks.
Looking down at his curious daughter, who was standing on tiptoe and looking around, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but chuckle.
"Let's go, Rongrong, we should go down."
"Okay."
Ning Rongrong settled down and nodded heavily.
Finally, she didn't have to stand here like an idiot.
She was very curious
What did the genius Holy Son, who was always mentioned by her father and the others, actually look like?
If he was ugly, she wouldn't play with him!
Ning Fengzhi and the others slowly walked down the platform and stood at the entrance of the small city.
From afar, they could see the carriage bearing the Spirit Hall emblem.
The wheels rumbled.
Inside the carriage, Qian Renxue was resting his head on Ling Yuan Douluo's lap, taking a nap.
Ling Yuan gently lifted the curtain with her delicate hand to check.
"Your Highness, we're almost there."
"Mm."
Qian Renxue responded softly and snuggled closer to Ling Yuan.
He had just started to feel sleepy when he had to get up.
"…"
Ling Yuan's beautiful lips curved into a smile, and her soft hand gently stroked Qian Renxue's handsome face.
Silently waiting for the carriage to stop.
At the same time.
Behind Qian Renxue's carriage, another luxurious carriage was slowly approaching.
That was the carriage belonging to the Empire's Crown Prince.
After half a quarter of an hour.
The carriage braked and came to a steady stop after a brief tremor.
Salas ignored Ning Fengzhi and the others.
He was currently playing the role of a subordinate and couldn't overstep his boundaries.
He turned back to remind:
"Your Highness, Elder Ling Yuan, we have arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"Okay."
A somewhat sleepy voice sounded.
In the carriage, Qian Renxue rubbed his face, shaking off his sleepiness.
Ling Yuan thoughtfully tidied up his clothes for him.
At the city gate, Ning Rongrong held her hands in front of her, her eyes full of curiosity.
And a hint of anticipation.
Soon.
The carriage curtain was lifted by Ling Yuan, and Qian Renxue stepped out of the carriage first.
His face was full of calmness, and his eyes were like torches.
His thick golden hair fell naturally behind his head, and his brows revealed a sense of composure.
His face was fair but not lacking in strength, with sharp features.
He wore a long robe with a white background and gold patterns.
If it were taken off and unfolded, it could be seen that the golden patterns were in the shape of six angel wings.
His whole body exuded nobility and confidence.
Ling Yuan Douluo's tall figure stood guard beside him, surveying the surroundings.
Ning Rongrong blinked her bright eyes, feeling amazed.
Qian Renxue looked forward and easily noticed the figures who had come out to greet him.
During the previous Soul Master Competition.
He had met Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo.
Qian Renxue slowly walked forward, saluted slightly, and greeted:
"Junior Qian Renxue, greetings to Sect Master Ning, Sword and Bone Seniors."
"Holy Son has come from afar, you don't need to be so polite."
Ning Fengzhi was refined in his manner and gentle in his speech.
Looking at the young man in front of him, he was extremely surprised that he could not see through him at all.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo nodded slightly, taking it as a response.
Ning Rongrong looked up at this so-called fiancé.
Currently, it seemed that he was nothing special except for being good-looking.
This was not the place to talk outside.
Without too much formality here.
Ning Fengzhi raised his hand to guide and invited with a smile:
"Holy Son, it's still early, why not come inside with us and rest for a while?"
"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Sect Master Ning."
Qian Renxue nodded slightly, he just wanted to sit still.
It was really tiring to say so many polite words.
"Please!"
Ning Fengzhi smiled and walked side by side with Qian Renxue.
He took the time to greet Ling Yuan Douluo and Salas.
Stepping into the town under the jurisdiction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Qian Renxue's eyes lit up slightly.
As expected of a sect that was rich enough to rival a country.
The buildings on both sides of the street were of the same style, similar and lined up next to each other.
It seemed that they were all built uniformly with the Seven Treasure's investment.
There were quite a few residents among them, and they all looked quite wealthy in their clothes.
Qian Renxue could understand this.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was a sect mainly composed of auxiliary soul masters.
The battle soul masters among them were mainly drawn from the common people.
The small towns built around here also contained considerable potential.
Ning Fengzhi's ability to observe words and expressions was naturally excellent.
Qian Renxue's admiration in his eyes could not help but make him feel a little complacent.
However, thinking of Qian Renxue's radical strategy.
He could only secretly click his tongue.
Sword Douluo stared at Qian Renxue's back and said coldly:
"Has the Holy Son already broken through the Soul Saint realm?"
"Huh?"
Qian Renxue was slightly stunned.
He didn't mind Sword Douluo's straightforward words and nodded truthfully.
"Senior Chenxin has sharp eyes."
"Junior has just broken through level seventy not long ago, and the soul rings are being prepared."
Hearing Qian Renxue's words.
Surprise quickly flashed in the eyes of Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo.
"As expected."
Sword Douluo's expression was slightly dazed.
Just now, he couldn't see through Qian Renxue at all, so he had to ask.
But after learning the truth.
Even though he had guessed and prepared for it, he couldn't help but be shocked.
He sincerely praised:
"The Holy Son's talent is indeed unparalleled throughout the ages."
"Uh, unparalleled throughout the ages is not something I can claim, it's just that I'm a little lucky."
Qian Renxue was praised so much that his face turned a little red and he smiled sheepishly.
After all, he still had an older sister riding on his head, compared to her, he was just a younger brother.
"Haha, the Holy Son is too modest."
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but laugh.
"If one could reach this level by luck alone, then other geniuses in the world would become a joke."
I wish you all a happy life!
