"Enough. Stop showing off your seniority."
Chen Xin interrupted the two of them, then turned to Ning Rongrong. His stern expression softened somewhat. "Rongrong, since everyone is safe, we'll be heading back first."
"Huh? Sword Grandpa, you're leaving already?" Ning Rongrong was somewhat reluctant to see him go.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect still has matters to handle."
Chen Xin paused, then added, "When you're on break, we'll come pick you up ourselves. By then..."
As he spoke, Chen Xin glanced sideways at Jiang Chen, who was chatting with the others.
Jiang Chen: "???"
Seeing his expression, Gu Rong grinned. "You old swordman, don't scare the kid."
As he spoke, he crouched down and rubbed Ning Rongrong's head. "Rongrong, Bone Grandpa is heading back first. Be good at the academy. If anyone dares bully you, Bone Grandpa will toss them straight into a pot and boil them next time."
A certain Jiang: "???"
He had a feeling the old man was taking a jab at someone, but Jiang Chen had no proof.
"Got it, Bone Grandpa." Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened slightly as she nodded hard.
Chen Xin said no more and gave Flender and Zhao Wuji a slight nod.
Then, one black and one white figure silently melted into the night, leaving behind only a faint trace of sword intent and the light scent of black mist among the trees.
Flender watched the two Title Douluo vanish completely into the night before suddenly slapping his forehead and turning to Jiang Chen and Xiao Wu. "Right! You two still haven't gotten your Soul Rings!"
His shout pulled everyone, who had still been lost in thought, back to reality.
Zhao Wuji came to his senses as well and scratched his head. "That's right. After all the commotion tonight, we nearly forgot