Oh no, a step too late

"No."

"I came to Suotuo City on some business; my sister is still in Heaven Dou City."

Bai Wanwan took out a cushion from her Storage Bracelet, placed it behind her, and adjusted herself into a more comfortable position.

"Aww~"

Ning Rongrong nodded gently, her gaze falling on the cushion Bai Wanwan had placed behind her. She reached out her hand. "Are there any more cushions?"

"The backrest of your rocking chair is a little hard."

Bai Wanwan didn't say anything, but instead took out another cushion and handed it to Ning Rongrong.

Night fell.

The bright moon hung in the sky, its clear light falling on the eaves of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School.

In the majestic and solemn Hall.

Sitting in the main seat, Ning Fengzhi gently swirled the Teacup in his hand, his gaze fixed on Lor Diarra, who had come to deliver the message, a barely perceptible hint of contemplation appearing in his eyes.

Sitting below Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin and Gu Rong on either side of him looked at the Letter in their hands, their expressions growing increasingly grim. In particular, when Chen Xin saw tears dripping from the letter, blurring the words, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Bang~

Gu Rong slammed his hand on the armrest of the chair and turned his gaze to Ning Fengzhi in the main seat.

"Fengzhi, I already told you to go and bring Rongrong back."

"You wouldn't allow it, saying that Shrek Academy was founded by Flender of the Flying Horn, who was once known as one of the Golden Iron Triangle, and that you've already spoken to him and he'll take care of Rongrong."

"Fengzhi, look at this! Look at Rongrong being bullied outside!"

Just as Gu Rong was about to hand the Letter to Ning Fengzhi, he felt a powerful surge of Soul Power beside him.

Turning my head, I saw that Chen Xin had somehow stepped onto a sword and rushed out of the Hall in a flash, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Oh no, that swordsman!"

"I should have just flown away instead of talking so much with Feng Zhi."

"Now that Chen Xin has rushed out first, his status in Rongrong's heart will probably rise a little bit more."

As Gu Rong was pondering this, Ning Fengzhi had already taken the Letter from his hand and quickly scanned it.

After reading the Letter, Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes, a hint of displeasure rising in his heart.

Although he wanted Flender to temper Ning Rongrong's temperament and correct Ning Rongrong arrogance, it didn't mean he wanted to see his daughter being bullied.

After all, in his letter to Flender, he first asked Flender to take care of Ning Rongrong, and then to temper her temperament and correct her arrogance.

Setting down the Letter, Ning Fengzhi looked up at the somewhat angry Gu Rong and smiled, "Uncle Bone, things are unpredictable. I did speak to Flender, but I really didn't expect Rongrong to be bullied."

"Uncle Sword has already gone to handle this matter. Let's stay at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and wait for a while."

Upon hearing this, Gu Rong thought for a moment and sat down in his seat again.

"Fengzhi, I'm not trying to be mean, but Rongrong is still so young. How can you leave her alone out there, with a stranger looking after her? How can you feel at ease?"

"At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, with me and that swordsman Rongrong from Chen Xin, isn't it much better than that Shrek Academy?"

"If Chen Xin can't bring Rongrong back this time, I'll go again myself and bring Rongrong back."

Gu Rong looked at Ning Fengzhi with a serious expression.

Ning Fengzhi gave a wry smile.

In terms of teaching quality, Chen Xin and Gu Rong are naturally stronger than Shrek Academy. After all, Chen Xin and Gu Rong are both Titled Douluo.

But Ning Rongrong's current personality is also a result of being spoiled by Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

"Sect Leader Ning, the letter has been delivered. I will now return to report to my young Young Lady."

Lor Diarra looked around the Hall, said something, and walked out of the Hall.

"When you get back, please give my regards to your young Young Lady."

"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will not forget this matter. In a few days, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tea will be ready to be harvested. I will send someone to deliver fresh Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tea to your two Young Lady."

Watching Lor Diarra's departing figure, Ning Fengzhi a faint smile.

The King's Mansion's Mansion sent someone to deliver the message, and their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had to reciprocate in some way as a return gift.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tea, which can be harvested in a few days, would be the best return gift. After all, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tea cannot be bought outside; only their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect possesses it.

"I will pass on the message to our Young Lady."

As Lor Diarra spoke, he walked out of the Hall, released his martial Martial Soul, and headed towards Suotuo City.

Lor Diarra was very fast, especially after activating her Martial Soul; her figure seemed to transform into a golden streak of light, rapidly flying through the night sky.

Time passed slowly.

As Lor Diarra sped through the night sky, upon spotting the three figures below, he didn't hesitate. He immediately swooped down from mid-air, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head.

"Lor Diarra greets Young Master."

"Greetings, Elder."

Qian Renxue looked at Lor Diarra, who was kneeling in front of her, and gently raised her hand, signaling him to get up.

"Shouldn't you be in Suotuo City?"

"How did they end up here? Did something happen to Wanwan?"

Qian Renxue asked softly.

Lor Diarra got up from the ground and carefully recounted the whole story to Qian Renxue.

"Okay, I understand."

"Come with us. I'm also heading to Suotuo City to find Wanwan."

Qian Renxue strode forward.

"Yes, Young Master."

Lor Diarra agreed and followed half a step behind him.

Suotuo City.

On a somewhat dimly lit street.

Tang San and Xiao Wu followed behind a middle-aged man as they walked forward.

Tang San was recounting the events to the middle-aged man, while Xiao Wu would occasionally chime in with a few complaints.

"Okay, I understand."

"Xiao San, Xiao Wu, you two go back and rest first. I'll go check on the Shrek Academy by myself."

The middle-aged man spoke, glancing in the direction of the Shrek Academy, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Flender, after more than twenty years, can't you even give me this much face?"

The middle-aged man thought about it silently, but didn't say it aloud.

"Teacher, do you need me to go with you?"

Tang San asked, somewhat uneasy.

"Need not."

"I can go by myself, you guys go back and rest."

The middle-aged man waved his hand lightly and walked towards the Shrek Academy.

Watching the middle-aged man walk away, Tang San and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance before heading towards the hotel where they were temporarily staying.