He slowly approached the awards platform, but the moment Ning Rongrong noticed him, she immediately ran down.
She threw her arms around Zhuge Lan, her face filled with excitement as she said eagerly.
"Zhuge Lan, you scared me to death! You didn't come back with us—I thought something had happened to you!"
Zhuge Lan smiled. What could possibly happen to him? He had merely had a dream. Of course, that dream had been both a beautiful dream and a nightmare.
But it was also an exceptionally precious memory. Seeing how much Ning Rongrong cared about him made him happy as well.
So he patted Ning Rongrong on the shoulder and said with a smile.
"Alright, I'm fine. There are so many people watching, so let's not get too intimate for now."
The two separated afterward. Ning Rongrong pulled Zhuge Lan onto the awards platform. At that moment, Sovereign Ning suggested getting Zhuge Lan a chair, but Mighty Lion Douluo of Spirit Hall refused and rebuked him.
"Zhuge Lan is neither from the Upper Three Sects nor connected to the secret realm trial. Why should he be allowed to sit?"
Zhuge Lan looked at Mighty Lion Douluo, a trace of chill appearing on his face. Whether he sat or not was his own business. What did it have to do with Mighty Lion Douluo? Since Mighty Lion Douluo did not want him to sit.
Then he would sit anyway. He turned to Sword Douluo behind Sovereign Ning and said with a smile.
"Sword Douluo Uncle, I'm a little tired. Get me a chair so I can sit for a while."
Sword Douluo smiled and nodded. After all, Zhuge Lan was the greatest contributor this time, and he had also dealt with that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, helping the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile