"Rongrong, don't worry. Zhang Yang will definitely make it back in time."
In the young girl's bedroom, Ning Rongrong sat before her dressing table, propping up her face with one hand, her features full of sorrow. Ning Fengzhi, holding a scepter, sat on Ning Rongrong's bed and comforted her.
"Ever since we received that letter four months ago, no more letters have come from Zhang Yang. It seems he must have been delayed by something and unable to get away. Otherwise, given his personality, he would have returned long ago."
As Ning Fengzhi spoke beside her, Ning Rongrong inexplicably felt a wave of irritation rise within her.
"Dad~~~ I understand all that. I'm just worried about him." Ning Rongrong leaned over the dressing table and spoke resentfully.
Ning Fengzhi was an exceptionally perceptive man. From Ning Rongrong's tone alone, he could tell that she felt not only worry, but also helplessness.
The kind of helplessness that came from not knowing where someone was and having no way to lend them a hand.
What Ning Rongrong was really thinking was probably something like, I should never have let you stay in Vast Sea City by yourself.
Before heading to Tanggu to absorb the God-Bestowed Soul Ring, Zhang Yang had also sent a letter to Seven Treasure City. The entire letter had been written in code, and when translated, it meant that he had reached level sixty and was going to absorb that God-Bestowed Soul Ring.
That was also the last news the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had received from Zhang Yang.
Because Ning Rongrong had rejected the proposal to establish a Sect Residence in Vast Sea City, it was now impossible for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to send people out to sea to search for the Tanggu Zhang