Ning Rongrong pursed her lips, her eyes darting about as she planned to sneak away later. But Ning Fengzhi looked at her sternly and said, "Rongrong, be good. This isn't a game. Their Soul Power is at least level 96. If a conflict breaks out, Uncle Sword might not be able to protect you."
"Rongrong, listen to Grandpa Sword. Stay with your cousin and don't run around."
After giving that reminder, Sword Douluo followed the waiter with Ning Fengzhi to find the four of them.
After enjoying a free meal, Di Tian and the others did not leave. Instead, they found a Casino. Seeing so many Soul Masters shouting, rolling dice, and playing cards, they were curious at first, but soon grew somewhat displeased by the noise and chose to leave.
The moment they stepped outside, they saw Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo.
"What is it?"
Di Tian did not even look at Ning Fengzhi. He merely glanced at Sword Douluo, an invisible pressure settling upon him alone as Di Tian spoke calmly.
"Could we speak outside?"
Being ignored by the four of them, Ning Fengzhi felt an inexplicable anger rise within him.
As the Sect Leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it was understandable if commoners did not recognize him. There were also many Soul Masters in the Soul Master World who had never seen his face.
But there was a Titled Douluo among these four. How could they possibly not know who he was?
Even a Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall would have to show him some respect!
Yet Ning Fengzhi was skilled at reading people. He realized that these four truly seemed like "country bumpkins," their eyes even seven parts clearer than Rongrong's.
Were they people who had lived in seclusion and cultivated bitterly all