Council Hall.
Ning Fengzhi, who had left earlier, was now sitting here leisurely drinking tea, while Chen Xin and Gu Rong sat in the lower seats to his left and right.
"Swordy, do you think Xiao Feng can coax Rongrong into calming down?" Gu Rong said worriedly. "If he can't, the sect won't have a moment of peace for the next few days."
"Hard to say." Chen Xin was not entirely sure either.
He knew that his disciple was talented, but coaxing a girl was another matter entirely. It had nothing to do with talent.
Ning Fengzhi was talented too, yet he still could not handle his own daughter.
Just as the three of them were worrying, Chen Feng entered with Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong looked somewhat uneasy, and her gaze could not help drifting toward Chen Feng.
Chen Feng gave her an encouraging look. Ning Rongrong pursed her lips, bowed to Ning Fengzhi and the other two, and said:
"Dad, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, I was too willful in the past. I'm sorry."
The most important part of taking responsibility was having the courage to admit one's mistakes.
Anyone who did not even dare face their own mistakes could only be considered a coward. No one would place their trust in such a person.
Recalling what Chen Feng had just told her, Ning Rongrong straightened and looked at Ning Fengzhi.
"Dad, I want you to guide my cultivation."
"Cough, cough!" Ning Fengzhi immediately choked on his tea.
He set down his teacup and looked at Chen Feng with uncertainty.
"Xiao Feng, what exactly did you say to Rongrong just now?"
How had his daughter seemingly become a completely different person after only a short while apart?
Could this boy know how to brainwash people? Or had he used some