The immense shock and overwhelming joy surged through his mind like a tidal wave, leaving him unable to bear it for a moment.
He felt the world spinning before his eyes and a buzzing in his ears. His body could no longer support him, and with a thud, he fell backward.
"Dad!" Ning Rongrong cried out in alarm. She hurriedly tried to catch him, but Su Yu beside her stopped her first.
Su Yu reacted swiftly, stepping forward to firmly support Ning Fengzhi's back while sending a gentle thread of Soul Power into him. He said softly:
"Uncle Ning? Uncle Ning?"
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo also rushed forward at once. Chen Xin placed a hand on Ning Fengzhi's pulse, and after checking for a moment, he let out a sigh of relief:
"He's fine. He merely fainted because his emotions were too intense, causing his qi and blood to surge."
Gu Rong quickly pulled a pill from his robes, pried open Ning Fengzhi's mouth, and fed it to him. He then helped ease the energy in his chest.
Ning Rongrong looked at her father lying in Su Yu's arms, and her eyes immediately reddened. In a tearful voice, she said:
"It's all my fault... Should I not have said anything?"
Xiao Wu and Zhu Qing hurriedly comforted her. "It's not your fault. Your uncle was simply too happy."
A moment later, Ning Fengzhi slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was still somewhat unfocused, but the first thing he did was look toward Ning Rongrong's palm.
Only after repeatedly confirming that the nine-story glazed pagoda was still radiating light did he murmur:
"Nine stories... It really is nine stories... Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect... finally..."
By the end, his voice had choked up, and two streams of tears slid