Reception room.
Before he even entered, Zhao Xuan heard laughter and conversation coming from inside.
As he turned and walked in, three pairs of eyes snapped toward him. Aside from Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, who was protecting Ning Fengzhi, and Headmaster Flender were also in the room.
Bone Douluo stared at Zhao Xuan, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. The next moment, his figure vanished from where he stood.
Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and, with lightning speed, blocked the hand reaching toward him from behind his right side.
"Senior, is this really an appropriate way to greet someone the moment we meet?"
Zhao Xuan's helpless voice rang out. He then released the withered hand he had seized, and Bone Douluo stepped out from behind him, looking at Zhao Xuan in astonishment. "How has your cultivation grown so fast, brat?!"
Bone Douluo was deeply shaken. Although he had only come into contact with Zhao Xuan for an instant, the sensation transmitted through his palm made Zhao Xuan seem exceedingly dangerous.
That sense of danger was intense, carrying a feeling of fatal threat.
"Haha, not at all."
Zhao Xuan waved his hand and smiled without saying anything further.
Bone Douluo looked at him suspiciously, wearing an expression that plainly said he was talking nonsense with his eyes open.
Just then, Ning Fengzhi, who had been seated farther back, suddenly walked forward and smiled at Zhao Xuan. "Zhao Xuan, it has been a long time."
Zhao Xuan cupped his hands together and looked at the middle-aged man with the gentle smile before him. "Uncle Ning."
"Since Zhao Xuan is here, I will not disturb you and Sect Master Ning any longer."
Flender suddenly rose to his feet. After nodding at Zhao Xuan to remind him to stay alert, he said