Perhaps Sword Douluo had been in too much of a hurry and had forgotten to put a Soul Power barrier around Ning Fengzhi for protection.
As a result, Ning Fengzhi's perfectly groomed, flowing hair had been blown into a complete mess by the wind, now drifting behind his head like tangled seaweed.
Sword Douluo himself, on the other hand, remained as immaculate as ever. His white hair was still perfectly neat. Seeing Ning Fengzhi's appearance, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.
Bone Douluo, standing nearby, also felt like laughing. Fortunately, his self-control was decent enough that he forcibly held it in.
For a moment, everyone else fell silent. Only the clear laughter of Ning Rongrong, the Little Witch who had been spoiled since childhood, rang out unrestrainedly through the hall.
It made several dark lines drop across Ning Fengzhi's forehead. Only after he used his hand and Soul Power to straighten his hair did she finally stop.
Still, annoyance aside, Ning Fengzhi could not help but reveal a warm, doting look in his eyes as he watched the lively Ning Rongrong before him.
After all, Ning Rongrong was his most beloved daughter, and he had not seen her for more than a year. He naturally missed her to some extent.
Suppressing the irritation in his heart, Ning Fengzhi smiled gently and beckoned to Ning Rongrong.
"Alright, Rongrong. Come here and let Father hold you. Father has prepared a gift for you."
A gift? The moment she heard those words, Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up. Her interest had clearly been piqued.
She had just been about to leave Sword Douluo's embrace and excitedly rush over when she suddenly realized that she was supposed to still be angry.
Her eyes rolled around, and