"I've come to offer my thanks for saving my life today."
After Dai Yao saw Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, he cupped his hands solemnly.
But when he saw Sword Douluo's face full of Killing Intent, and Ning Fengzhi's face lined with worry, he could not help asking in puzzlement:
"Sect Master Ning, Sword Grandfather, what is this?"
Looking at Dai Yao, who had personally come to thank them, a trace of comfort rose in Ning Fengzhi's heart. He knew what kind of risk Dai Yao had taken in making such a choice.
But that faint comfort was quickly drowned beneath his deep worry for Ning Rongrong. He forced out a slight smile. "It's nothing. Just matters of the sect."
Dai Yao was also quick-witted. Something that could weigh on Ning Fengzhi's mind was definitely no simple matter. Although he was an honored guest of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he was still an outsider in the end, so he did not press further.
Sword Douluo sized up Dai Yao. After a long while, he said:
"Fengzhi, you can tell Dai Yao about this. After all, this concerns Rongrong. At the very least, Dai Yao should know."
"Sword Uncle, what's gotten into you..."
After meeting Chen Xin's gaze for a long while, Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly and said to Dai Yao, "Dai Yao, you should also know that Rongrong has been rather weak lately."
Hearing this, Dai Yao immediately thought of how Ning Rongrong had been coughing from time to time recently. His heart stirred, and he chose his words carefully as he asked, "Uncle Ning, Rongrong... did something happen to her?"
Ning Fengzhi's voice instantly dropped considerably, and he sighed.
"Rongrong's foundation... has been ruined..."
"What? How is that possible?!"
Dai Yao's eyes widened at once, and he