Upon hearing Ning Fengzhi's words,
Ning Rongrong, who was staring intently at Qian Renjue, nodded repeatedly.
She had seen many Soul Sages, but the youngest ones were all middle-aged men.
She had never seen one so young.
The other so-called geniuses in her sect were not even as strong as her at this age.
At this moment,
Ning Rongrong's eyes showed a hint of looking at a monster.
No wonder her father and Sword Grandfather often mentioned this guy.
He was indeed very impressive.
But she also felt a little sulky.
This Qian Renjue had been ignoring her from beginning to end!
She couldn't help but grind her little tiger teeth secretly.
"Sect Leader Ning is too kind."
Qian Renjue didn't know how to refute, so he could only smile along.
Ling Yuan beside him couldn't help but chuckle.
It seemed that His Highness was still too inexperienced, and his well-maintained facade was about to crumble so quickly.
"Not at all!"
Bone Douluo's eyes were full of seriousness, and then he revealed a bit of playfulness.
He patted Sword Douluo's shoulder.
"Saint can work harder. Someone is shamelessly trying to bully the weak with their strength."
"Want to test if your sword is sharp?"
"Uncle Bone..."
Ning Fengzhi hesitated.
Qian Renjue looked at Sword Douluo with some surprise.
"Humph! In the path of cultivation, the capable come first. If that day really comes, it won't be considered bullying the weak."
Sword Douluo snorted coldly.
He shook his shoulder,甩 off Bone Douluo's large hand, and looked at Qian Renjue, saying:
"I just want to find a worthy opponent."
"Junior understands. If there is a chance, please do not hesitate to teach me."
Qian Renjue nodded lightly.
He had thought that Sword Douluo wanted to deal with him because of his little princess.
It seemed that he had underestimated Sword Douluo Chenxin's love for the sword.
Naturally, he had no reason to refuse such a thing.
Chenxin, who was known as the strongest in attack, must have many merits.
If there was a chance, he could learn from him.
Sword Douluo shook his head.
"I wouldn't dare to give guidance. With that Crown's guidance, it's not my place to interfere."
Qian Renjue naturally knew who that Crown was.
He smiled and said, "The two families' swordsmanship each have their own strengths. It's not an exaggeration to say it's guidance."
"Alright, we've arrived."
Ning Fengzhi smiled. This harmonious atmosphere made him feel much more comfortable.
As he spoke.
The group had already arrived in front of the only tower-shaped building in the middle of the town.
This was where the outer sect hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was located.
Standing here, Qian Renjue could already see the tall and magnificent tower-shaped building complex in the distance.
There were nine such individual towers around.
"Saint, Your Excellency Ling Yuan, Bishop Salas, please come this way..."
Following Ning Fengzhi.
They stepped into the hall, climbed the stairs, turned left and right, and soon arrived at their destination.
A relatively spacious hall, facing the city gate.
There were no thick walls, but instead, large, transparent glazed tiles.
Filling the entire reception hall with warm light.
The living room had relatively short tables on three sides. Except for the main seat, the rest were on both sides, two tables together.
According to the seating arrangement.
Qian Renjue sat upright in the position closest to the main seat.
He thought Ling Yuan would follow, but he didn't expect to be occupied by a petite figure.
Qian Renjue raised his eyes to look.
He only received Ling Yuan's helpless gaze.
Looking to the side, Qian Renjue finally turned his attention to Ning Rongrong.
This fiancée, whose martial soul had been awakened for less than a year.
Even just a profile view was enough to glimpse her exquisiteness, bright eyes, and white teeth.
She seemed to be sulking, somewhat unwilling.
Poking at the bowl with chopsticks.
"Saint must not have had breakfast yet. You can try the delicacies of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
Ning Fengzhi gave his daughter an appreciative look.
Fortunately, she didn't mess things up at this time.
"Yes, Junior will savor them carefully."
Qian Renjue retracted his gaze and nodded in response.
It seemed that Ning Fengzhi had arranged this. Once he came, he couldn't avoid it.
Qian Renjue glanced at the dishes on the table.
Fine wine, juice, fruits, pastries, and some distinctive delicacies.
Like the seven-layered crispy pastry.
And the seven colorful balls in a small bowl.
Qian Renjue had indeed not eaten breakfast and was not polite.
He picked up his chopsticks and began to taste.
Ning Fengzhi thought of the previous conversation and asked sincerely:
"I wonder what requirements Saint has for the seventh soul ring? My Seven Treasure can also contribute."
"Gulu~"
Qian Renjue swallowed the bursting fruit-flavored ball in his mouth.
With some hesitation on his face.
"Uh, this matter might be too troublesome."
"Too troublesome?"
Ning Fengzhi's eyes showed a look of incomprehension.
The upper limit of the seventh soul ring was only 50,000 years. It didn't seem like anything troublesome, right?
"Can Saint be more specific?"
Qian Renjue glanced around and said bluntly, "Because Junior's seventh ring needs to be red."
"Red? A 100,000-year soul ring!"
Ning Fengzhi's eyes revealed a look of shock.
Pa!
At Qian Renjue's table, Salas suddenly dropped the chopsticks in his hand.
Ling Yuan glanced at his horrified look.
Ning Rongrong next to him couldn't help but turn her head and open her mouth wide.
She wasn't a child who didn't understand anything.
A 100,000-year soul ring was the most sought after by soul masters.
She had only seen it when those grandfathers came back then.
At this time,
Her eyes were filled with curiosity.
The wine in Bone Douluo's mouth almost sprayed out.
He hurriedly raised his eyes to verify, "Saint isn't joking, is he?"
"Of course not."
Qian Renjue shook his head.
"This matter requires Sect Leader Ning and the two seniors not to reveal it to outsiders."
"Saint can rest assured about this."
Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly in his heart. It seemed they had underestimated this young man.
Da da!
Outside the hall, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.
"Sect Leader, the Crown Prince's carriage has arrived outside the city."
"Yes, I know, step back."
"Yes!"
Ning Fengzhi glanced at his daughter, pondered for a moment, and still stood up.
"Saint, please excuse me for a moment."
"It's alright. After Sect Leader Ning is done, we can exchange ideas again."
Qian Renjue knew.
It was his older sister, disguised as Xue Qinghe, who had arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
While Qian Renjue was distracted.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo suddenly got up and left behind Ning Fengzhi.
The air suddenly became quiet.
Qian Renjue knew that he had come to his most uncomfortable time.
Ning Rongrong's little finger was already poking his arm.
Qian Renjue looked sideways and lowered his eyes.
He saw that Ning Rongrong had become puffed up and was glaring at him with her little face raised.
"What's wrong? Little sister..."
Qian Renjue looked at her in confusion.
"Do you know that I am your fiancée?"
Ning Rongrong didn't shy away from expressing her dissatisfaction to Qian Renjue.
"..."
Qian Renjue looked at the little girl in front of him, whose height only reached his ribs.
He was somewhat silent...
But he had to nod and admit it.
"Yes, I know. What's wrong?"
"Then why are you ignoring me?"
Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes were filled with incomprehension.
She asked doubtfully, "Shouldn't you, as my fiancé, love me very much?"
Wishing you all a happy life!
