"What's this, Sect Master Ning?"
Tang San and Xiao Wu's gazes lingered on Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, astonished. Wriothesley, whom they had expected to see, had not appeared, stirring a trace of unease in their hearts.
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly, his tone gentle and warm. "Hehe, young friend Tang, since you and Rongrong are classmates, and you are also an old friend's son, just call me Uncle Ning."
His words were like a spring breeze brushing across their faces, carrying a deep sense of warmth that left Tang San and Xiao Wu, who had only just met him, quite surprised.
As the sect master of one of the Upper Three Sects, Ning Fengzhi held a lofty position, yet he displayed a rare approachability.
His intelligence and insight allowed him to easily read people's hearts and win them over. Such perfectly measured humility was something ordinary people likely could not bear.
As the saying went, "A man would die for one who truly understands him." The reason the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could stand firm among so many sects was not only its profound principles, but also Ning Fengzhi's appreciation for talent.
The struggle for the sect master position back then had been incredibly dangerous. If Ning Fengzhi had not managed to bring Chen Xin over in the end, the position of sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might not have fallen to him.
Tang San knew how distinguished the man before him was. These words indeed made him see Ning Fengzhi in a new light, though vigilance still churned within his heart.
Tang San stood steadily before Ning Fengzhi, composed and neither servile nor overbearing, as though he were facing more than merely the master of a sect.
He understood that not everyone who had