Hearing Servant's words, Chen Feng unsurprisingly turned his gaze toward Ning Rongrong.
"This gentleman is willing to testify for you. Is there anything you want to say?"
"I... what am I supposed to say?" Ning Rongrong lowered her head and mumbled.
"Young Master Feng, how about we just forget it?" Servant urged from the side.
Chen Feng looked at Ning Rongrong and spoke sternly:
"You are Uncle Ning's only daughter, the Little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the wealthiest sect in the world. That is why everyone in the sect dotes on you, gives in to you, and indulges your every whim.
"Even if you openly shift your own mistakes onto others, they can only accept it obediently. When you get into trouble, they still have to step in and help you. All of that is because of your status, not because of your own ability or character.
"Being born into such a family is your good fortune. It means you do not have to suffer hunger and cold from childhood like so many people in this world. But it is also your misfortune, because with the spoiled temperament you developed from an early age, it will be difficult for you to find companions who will treat you sincerely."
Ning Rongrong raised her head and stared blankly at Chen Feng.
Chen Feng bent down, looked seriously into Ning Rongrong's eyes, and said:
"Power does not last forever, child. Even gods have a day when they fall. When Uncle Ning and the two seniors, Sword and Bone, are both gone someday, what will you rely on to survive in this world?"
In the distance, Gu Rong opened his squinting eyes and said somewhat angrily, "Is this brat cursing us to death?"
Ning Fengzhi gave an awkward smile from