When Chen Feng returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it was already nighttime.
He had intended not to alert anyone, but the moment he returned, a small figure leaped out from the darkness.
"Elder brother Chen Feng, why are you back so late?"
The only person who could be so casual with Sword Douluo's grandson and run freely all over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was Ning Fengzhi's daughter, Ning Rongrong.
Chen Feng felt a headache coming on.
Ning Rongrong was a well-behaved girl in front of Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo, but in front of everyone else, she was a proper little witch.
"I stayed at the Soul Fighting Arena a little longer and lost track of time."
Chen Feng wanted to send Ning Rongrong away as soon as possible, but Ning Rongrong directly held out her little hand.
"It doesn't matter that you're late. Where's my gift? I've been waiting forever."
Ning Rongrong could not casually leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect herself. Whenever disciples like Chen Feng, who were fairly familiar with her, returned after leaving the sect, they would always bring back gifts to curry favor with this little ancestor.
But how could Chen Feng have been in the mood to remember preparing any gifts today?
"I... cough, cough, cough."
Just as Chen Feng wanted to explain, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his meridians.
"Ah, you're hurt?"
Only then did Ning Rongrong notice that Chen Feng's face was somewhat pale and that his clothes were badly damaged.
After losing to Lin Qi, Chen Feng had not even been in the mood to change his clothes and had returned directly.
"It's only a minor injury. There's no need to alert anyone else."
Chen Feng's pride was not an act.