Ning Rongrong's Shock: Was His Body Made of Iron?

"More than our ancestor guessed by a hundred million."

"More than three? That is a little too promiscuous."

"Ancestor, it... it is three digits." Ning Yunxi spoke softly.

Just as expected, once those words fell, the entire hall sank into dead silence. The atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet.

Ning Rongrong sat in the sect master's seat. If not for her faintly rising and falling chest, one might have thought time had frozen her in place.

"No, can his body even handle that?"

Ning Rongrong stared blankly at Ning Yunxi. "Is his body made of iron? With so many women, can he really take care of them all?"

Compared to Xue Nianbing's promiscuity, she was even more shocked by his physical constitution.

Although she and Oscar had only held hands and had no experience with that sort of thing, she had still heard the saying, "There is no field that can be plowed to ruin, only oxen that die from exhaustion."

What kind of ox was Xue Nianbing? How could he be this impressive?

"Uh..."

Ning Yunxi wore an awkward expression, not knowing how to answer.

Ning Rongrong also came back to her senses, realizing she had lost her composure. She hurriedly adjusted herself and said with feigned calm, "This person... is rather promiscuous."

Although ten thousand years had passed on the Douluo Continent, less than thirty years had passed in the God Realm.

In those thirty years, her mentality had not changed much. At times, she was still the little demoness who loved mischief.

It was just that she still had to maintain some dignity before a group of juniors.

At that moment, Ning Yunxi heard movement from the entrance and immediately felt saved. Looking at Ning Rongrong, she said, "Ancestor, Ning Tian has arrived."

"Mhm, good."

Ning Rongrong nodded, her