Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes mercilessly:
"Fatty, you really dared to say that."
"Yu Xiaotian is called heroic and imposing. What pretty boy? Now look at yourself."
Ning Rongrong sized up the round Ma Hongjun from head to toe:
"You really have no self-awareness."
"Forget giving you that kind of martial soul—even if you had the strength of a Titled Douluo."
"With that sleazy air of yours, the young ladies of Skywater Academy still wouldn't spare you a second glance."
"You—!"
Ma Hongjun instantly flushed red with rage and pointed at Ning Rongrong, about to explode:
"What are you laughing at? Was I wrong? I'm strong too, okay!"
However.
Ning Rongrong merely cast him an indifferent glance.
Her gaze carried the unique arrogance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Little Witch.
The rage filling Ma Hongjun's stomach instantly died down.
Even if he had a hundred times more courage, he would not dare lay a hand on Ning Rongrong!
Ever since learning that Ning Rongrong was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
He had known that this young lady was not someone he could provoke.
Those two Titled Douluo grandfathers behind her.
Even one little finger from them.
Could crush him like an ant.
"Hmph! A good man doesn't fight with women!"
Ma Hongjun could only snort in grievance.
He turned away and continued drawing circles to curse Yu Xiaotian on the Sky Screen.
While drooling over the beauties, naturally.
White World.
Clear Sky Sect.
Although the scene had already passed.
That shock still lingered within the Sect Main Hall.
Tang Yuehua sat elegantly in her chair.
Looking at the high-spirited young man on the Sky Screen, she could not help sighing again.
"How many years has it been... Yet when I look back