Time passed swiftly, and before they knew it, the sun had begun to set.
Evening soon arrived.
In a room, Ning Tian slowly woke up.
Yet bean-sized tears streamed from her eyes as she sobbed softly, "Father, Tian'er is useless. Tian'er couldn't save everyone!"
Ning Tian naturally knew that even if she returned now, it would already be too late.
She knew very well that, with her current strength, there was nothing she could do.
For a moment, Ning Tian deeply hated herself, repeatedly asking why she was so inadequate, why her cultivation had progressed so slowly.
To the point that when her school faced a life-or-death crisis, she was utterly unable to help.
"I have already sent disciples to gather information. I believe news will return before long!"
"We cannot act rashly in seeking revenge for the school. What we need most right now is time."
"Believe me. As long as I am here, everyone's strength will soon break through to the Titled Douluo rank one after another."
"When that time comes, it will be the day we avenge the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School."
Tang Lan sat at the desk with his back to Ning Tian. Before him lay a Continent Map covered in an extremely messy array of markings.
Those notes were the plans Tang Lan had formulated after careful deliberation.
Of course, among those chaotic notes, perhaps only Tang Lan himself could understand their true meaning.
Just then, Tang Lan suddenly felt a fragrant breeze rush toward him from behind.
The next moment, he felt something unusual against his back.
Ning Tian had wrapped her arms around Tang Lan from behind, her voice choked with sobs as she quietly cried.
She said nothing, merely holding him silently from behind.
At that moment, neither of them spoke.