Ning Fengzhi

The crowd was parted by an invisible force, and then a group of three entered from outside.

"Rongrong?"

One of the three figures was especially familiar—it was Ning Rongrong, who had gone home to visit her family.

The moment Ning Rongrong entered, she spotted Tang San, who looked rather battered. Her pretty face went pale as she hurried over. "Third Brother, what happened to you?!"

Zhao Xuan glanced at Ning Rongrong before shifting his gaze to the two people who had entered with her—or, more precisely, to the elderly man among them.

"What a terrifying aura!"

Zhao Xuan drew a slight breath, his heart jolting. He had focused all his attention on Tai Tan just now, causing him to lose control of the situation around him.

Upon closer inspection, he found the old man's aura as deep as an abyss, terrifying beyond measure. He was far stronger than Senior Li Qing.

He was definitely a Title Douluo, and an exceptionally powerful one! Even Zhao Xuan himself was no match for him.

Tai Tan's pupils also contracted slightly. He watched the newcomers warily and muttered, "Seven Treasure..."

While Zhao Xuan was watching the newcomers, they were watching him as well, including the terrifying Title Douluo and the refined man beside him.

Curiosity, surprise, shock, caution...

All sorts of gazes overlapped, forming an indescribably complicated atmosphere.

"Father..."

At that moment, Ning Rongrong suddenly ran to the refined man's side and pointed at Tang San.

The refined man shook his head helplessly. Then, a radiant Seven Colors Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in his hand.

With a light flick of his slender fingers, a stream of seven-colored light flew from the pagoda toward Tang San.

Zhao Xuan instinctively prepared to block it, but Li Qing's voice sounded by his ear. "Don't stop it."

Zhao