What a tycoon!
He was absurdly rich!
Ning Fengzhi's actions let Taichu experience for the first time what it felt like to be showered with money. Compared to the time Dugu Yan had kept him with a million-Gold Soul Coin card, this feeling of wealth was far more obvious.
"Then I'll leave my Rongrong to you!"
Ning Fengzhi looked at him with a smile and spoke.
"Uncle Ning, don't worry. I'll do everything in my power to train Sister Rongrong and definitely satisfy you."
Taichu patted his chest and promised.
He had no choice. The other party had thrown down ten million Gold Soul Coins. If he still did not properly train Ning Rongrong, would those ten million Gold Soul Coins not have been wasted? Ning Fengzhi knew about his Ten Thousand Year Third Soul Ring, after all.
Could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect not train its own disciples?
Did it really have to send Ning Rongrong here?
Of course not.
As a sect, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect naturally needed fresh blood. Whether geniuses who joined the sect could grow up depended entirely on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's training. Since the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had already become one of the Upper Three Sects, its training capabilities were clear to see.
Yet even though the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had the ability to train her itself, it still insisted on sending Ning Rongrong over. It could not possibly be like in the future, where she was deliberately sent to him to temper her temperament.
So...
The only thing Ning Fengzhi could have set his sights on was the "training method" behind his Ten Thousand Year Third Soul Ring.
That had been the reason for his earlier hesitation.
After all, the establishment of Samsara