Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's council hall, Ning Fengzhi could not remain calm. He could only rise to his feet and pace back and forth.
Suddenly, the doors were pushed open again. This time, an elderly man with a burly build and a white beard entered.
This man was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's other Titled Douluo, Bone Douluo!
"Uncle Bone, where is Uncle Sword?"
Ning Fengzhi's heart skipped a beat. "You didn't catch up to him?"
"No, I let him go!"
Bone Douluo said in a muffled voice, "That brat dared to bully Rongrong. He needs to be taught a lesson!"
"But don't worry. He knows his limits."
"This isn't a matter of whether he knows his limits. He can't be attacked!"
Ning Fengzhi hurriedly pulled out Flender's letter and explained, "There is a Super Douluo standing behind the boy who bullied Rongrong. It would be one thing if we were in the right, but the cause and effect of this matter lie with Rongrong..."
He then handed both letters to Bone Douluo. After merely glancing through them, Bone Douluo frowned.
"It seems this really is troublesome."
Seeing through the heart of the matter, Ning Fengzhi said gravely, "It is more than troublesome. Miao Zhenshan's faction is famously protective of its own."
"If we sent someone of equal strength to defeat his man, it would be no big deal. No matter how angry he was, he could only swallow it."
"But if we let a Titled Douluo deal with a junior, you should be able to imagine his reaction. He would be no less enraged than you and Uncle Sword, perhaps even more furious."
Bone Douluo's brow furrowed even deeper. It was true that they doted on Ning Rongrong, but upon careful consideration, there was nothing