Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect

At that moment, all Jiang Chen's attention was focused on observing the surroundings, and he did not notice Ning Rongrong's expression.

Only upon hearing her did he turn to look at her.

Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed crimson. Her fingers twisted the hem of her skirt, and her voice grew softer and softer. "Y-you wouldn't be thinking of..."

Halfway through, she suddenly shook her head. "No, we've only known each other for a short time. We can't do that."

"At the very least, we should wait until we know each other better."

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Chen froze. He looked up at the sign for the Rose Hotel, then lowered his head to see Ning Rongrong's seemingly reluctant yet inviting expression. The corner of his mouth twitched.

"What are you thinking?"

He raised a hand and flicked her forehead. "Do I look like that kind of person?"

"Then why did you drag me here?"

Ning Rongrong covered her forehead, but her gaze still drifted uncontrollably toward the hotel entrance.

"To shake the tail."

Jiang Chen answered concisely, "A powerful expert noticed us at the Soul Fighting Field earlier. I was worried something might happen, so I brought you away first."

"Oh, so that was it."

For some reason, Ning Rongrong felt a sense of disappointment.

No, why was she disappointed?

Ning Rongrong shook her head and cleared the images from her mind. Recalling what Jiang Chen had just said, she asked again.

"You said someone was following us?"

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes at her. "Yes. Probably some important figure from one of the private rooms. Their Soul Power fluctuations were very strong."

"How strong?"

"As strong as you can imagine."

"You mean..."

Ning Rongrong's pupils contracted. The strongest person she could imagine was a Title Douluo.

"That's right. Just as you thought," Jiang Chen said calmly.

After receiving Jiang Chen's confirmation, Ning Rongrong sucked in a sharp breath.

As someone born into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she naturally understood what a Title Douluo represented.

"How could such a powerful expert be in a small place like this?"

"I don't know either."

Jiang Chen spread his hands. "That's why I could only get you out of there as quickly as possible."

"Maybe they're an enemy of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. They can't retaliate against your sect, so they set their sights on you instead."

"N-no way?"

At his words, Ning Rongrong shuddered and instinctively hid behind Jiang Chen.

But on second thought, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had not offended any Title Douluo.

Even if they had, with Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa around, they definitely would not let the other party off.

Seeing Ning Rongrong truly fall into deep thought, Jiang Chen smiled. "What? Did I really guess right?"

The moment Ning Rongrong looked up and met Jiang Chen's teasing gaze, she immediately understood that he was trying to scare her.

Just as she was about to lose her temper, Jiang Chen suddenly frowned.

"Move!"

Without another word, Jiang Chen grabbed Ning Rongrong's wrist again, turned, and ducked into another alley.

"Hey, wait..."

Not long after the two vanished, a lean, capable-looking middle-aged man dressed in black appeared soundlessly at the entrance of the Rose Hotel.

Snake Lance Douluo stared at the empty street, his brows slightly furrowed. "Strange. This old man clearly sensed that brat's aura here. How did it suddenly disappear..."

The Young Master had ordered him to gather information on this person. After thinking it over, he still felt the best method was to seize the person and interrogate him.

That would be much more efficient.

But now, he had actually lost him?

With the perception of a Title Douluo, he had actually lost track of a level-thirty Soul Master?

If word got out, that old Pufferfish would laugh his teeth out.

He closed his eyes, and his Soul Power silently spread outward like a spiderweb, carefully searching every inch of the surrounding space.

Yet he found nothing.

"Tsk, he ran pretty fast."

Snake Lance Douluo smacked his lips. Rather than anger, a trace of amusement appeared on his face. "Interesting brat. He's quite alert."

He rubbed his chin and gave up on continuing the pursuit.

After all, the Young Master had only asked him to gather information. No deadline had been set.

Since the other party could slip away right under his nose, he clearly had some skill. Forcing him to come along might only backfire.

"Forget it. I'll return and report to the Young Master first."

Snake Lance Douluo's figure flickered, vanishing from the spot as though he had melted into the shadows.

Meanwhile, on a bustling street.

Only after Snake Lance Douluo's aura had completely vanished did Jiang Chen release Ning Rongrong's wrist and step out from behind the fitting-room curtain of a clothing shop.

"That person left?"

Ning Rongrong asked softly, still instinctively drawing her head back behind Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen swept the surroundings with his spiritual power again and nodded. "He should be gone."

It had to be said, being targeted by a Title Douluo made Jiang Chen extremely uncomfortable.

But the gap in strength was right there, and there was nothing he could do.

If not for the powerful perception granted by the Glazed Divine Eyes, he truly would have been done for today.

"It's good that he's gone."

Ning Rongrong sighed in relief, then suddenly remembered something. "Right, how did you know someone was following us? I didn't sense anything at all."

"Natural talent."

"Speak plainly."

"Instinct."

"...You're brushing me off!"

"What else was I supposed to say? That I'm actually a hidden Title Douluo, and I was just exchanging blows from afar with a colleague?"

"Pah! You're bragging without even preparing a script!"

After resting for a moment, Ning Rongrong asked again, "Then what do we do now? Go back to the Soul Fighting Field?"

"No. We'll wait a while, then head straight back to the academy."

"Fine."

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, council hall.

A middle-aged man sat in the central seat of honor within the hall.

His face was as refined as jade, his bearing elegant. Dressed in an immaculate white robe, he was none other than Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

At that moment, he held a secret letter that had just arrived, his brows faintly knit.

"Fengzhi, what's wrong?"

A low, hoarse voice came from nearby as Bone Douluo Gu Rong slowly emerged from the shadows. "Did Rongrong get bullied?"

"I told you there was no need to let Rongrong run around outside at such a young age. What if she gets hurt?"

"And those two Soul Saints from that Shrek Academy—could they possibly teach her better than we can? No, this old man hasn't seen Rongrong for nearly ten days. I'm going to bring her back right now!"

Ning Fengzhi smiled wryly. "Uncle Bone, it isn't that you teach poorly. It's that you and Uncle Sword spoil that girl too much. Now, no one in the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can control her. It would be better to let her go out, suffer a little, and see more of the world."

Gu Rong frowned slightly. "Who said that? Rongrong is such a well-behaved girl. You don't even understand your own daughter. You're a rather unqualified father."

Ning Fengzhi was left speechless, grumbling inwardly.

That girl only acted obedient in front of you two. At every other time, she was a completely lawless little devil.

"Old Bones, why are you in such a rush? It's good to let Rongrong go out and see the world."

At that moment, a sharp voice came from outside the hall.

An old man with snow-white hair, dressed in white and carrying a long sword on his back, appeared within the hall.

He was Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.

"However, if anyone dares bully Rongrong and make her suffer any grievance..."

Halfway through his words, a cold gleam flashed in Sword Douluo's eyes. His entire body became like an unsheathed sword. "This old man's sword does not recognize people."