The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Requests Your Letter

If one were to send a letter through the standard process, it would certainly take several weeks to reach the recipient.

But what was Ning Rongrong's status, what was Ning Fengzhi's status, and whose territory was the Phantom Star Academy on?

From the moment Ning Rongrong stepped into the post office, this matter was never going to follow the standard procedure.

By the time they emerged from the postal station, the express process had already begun.

"Senior Sister, shall we go see if there's anything to buy?"

After leaving, Ning Rongrong took the initiative to suggest going shopping, which put Zhu Zhuqing in a bit of a dilemma, but she eventually agreed.

Initially, Zhu Zhuqing had said she wanted to go back and cultivate, but since this little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect insisted on footing the bill for all expenses, she gave in quite uncharacteristically.

When they first started shopping, she was still feeling self-reproachful inside.

Zhuqing, oh Zhuqing, how could you be so decadent? Think of your goals.

But this sort of thing is impossible to resist once you get a taste of it.

"Hmm, nothing to do today, just shopping."

It had the distinct flair of that person who wrote in their diary: "Nothing to do today, played mahjong."

"Senior Sister, that person over there keeps looking at us."

Ning Rongrong leaned slightly closer to Zhu Zhuqing and whispered in her ear.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced over without leaving a trace, then shook her head.

"It seems so. Let's finish our shopping and head back."

There was nothing they could do in this situation; after all, simply looking wasn't illegal. The person hadn't approached them, nor had he said a word.

There was no evidence to claim the man was harassing them, for if merely looking twice counted as harassment, no one would be able to walk down the street.

"Mm, alright."

Having encountered such a thing, they didn't have much heart to continue shopping, though fortunately, they had already bought most of what they needed.

After paying, Ning Rongrong deliberately looked back, gave a disdainful huff, and then affectionately hugged Zhu Zhuqing's arm as they walked back.

Consequently, the man who usually ran a sausage business—and had snuck out to buy things because of an incident at his own academy—felt his heart shatter a little. He thought to himself, If I had known, I shouldn't have been afraid of there being two of them; I should have just gone up and introduced myself. A profound sense of loss welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Compared to him, Ning Rongrong also felt a sense of a missed connection, but she didn't look back even once. If she had the time, she would much rather spend it cuddling with Zhu Zhuqing.

By the time they returned to the dormitory, the sky was already nearly dark.

"Master?"

They happened to run into Chen An just as he finished arranging his affairs. Seeing him like this, Zhu Zhuqing was very experienced, and for some reason, they were perfectly in sync.

"Master, you aren't going to cook something delicious yourself, are you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Chen An's expression shifted instantly, and he sighed inwardly.

How unlucky can I be? To be arrested right after finishing my work.

He pulled a very forced smile onto his face, trying to bluff his way through.

"How could that be? I just happened to have something to do."

Ning Rongrong believed him, but Zhu Zhuqing didn't buy it at all, her face full of a questioning expression that clearly said, Are you sure?

Suddenly, the acting skills came out.

"Wuu, I knew it. Master doesn't like us. At the very beginning, you cooked for us every day, but ever since we couldn't learn how to cook, Master stopped doing it for us."

Chen An declared this a slander—an absolute slander. He cooked every few days; it was just more frequent in the daily routine.

And whenever the topic of teaching them to cook came up, Chen An felt a wave of helplessness. It wasn't that he hadn't tried letting Zhu Zhuqing and Luo Xiaoshi cook for themselves.

But the things they produced were truly beyond praise, comparable to the culinary skills of Thor from the original stories; in other words, even more hellish than some of the output from Hell's Kitchen.

He tried teaching them to steam buns, but they came out as dense, leaden lumps. You'd take one bite and be rendered speechless.

With that level of skill, Chen An gave up on teaching them how to cook.

"Ah? Senior Sister?"

Ning Rongrong was confused and wanted to ask if the things Chen An cooked were really that delicious.

But before she could say more than three words, Zhu Zhuqing tugged on her clothes, signaling her to shut up.

Watching this increasingly masterful display of acting, where she could even guilt-trip others with a tearful expression, Chen An was truly impressed.

He couldn't withstand such pouting either, so he sighed helplessly and said:

"Let's go."

Hearing Chen An say this, Zhu Zhuqing immediately reverted to her normal self and said happily:

"Yay! ヾ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ"

Arriving at the back mountain, what Chen An was making today was a whole roasted lamb. The portion wasn't huge, but it was fresh and tender, the meat not at all tough, accompanied by some rather exquisite vegetable dishes, mostly in the style of southern cuisine.

He decided to treat it as Ning Rongrong's apprenticeship banquet, though it was a strange sort of banquet where the Master had to do the cooking himself.

"Mmm, delicious."

It must be said that no one can resist Chinese cuisine.

Ning Rongrong finally understood why Zhu Zhuqing was so persistent.

Because she felt that her previous meals weren't even worth mentioning.

"Clean up after you're done eating. Zhuqing, you know the drill. I'm going into seclusion for a few days. If anything comes up, find the other teachers. If it's something you truly can't handle, hmm, Zhuqing has a way to contact me."

He was referring to that Communication Talisman.

When he made it, he hadn't been careful and had bound it strongly to himself, which meant he received messages regardless of his current state.

"Understood, Master."

Hearing that her master was going into seclusion, Zhu Zhuqing felt a bit dejected, as this meant she would be stuck eating cafeteria food.

It was torture.

But she was also expectant, as she hadn't seen Chen An go into seclusion once in the past year.

So she wondered if it was possible that her master would become a Titled Douluo once he emerged.

Although this thought surfaced, she didn't quite believe it.

"I'm off. Oh, right, Rongrong, I'll teach you your cultivation techniques once I'm out of seclusion."

After saying his goodbyes, Chen An walked toward the depths of the academy. This round of seclusion was indeed to break through to level 90, as he felt that the task previously assigned by the Library had been completed.

This time, he was aiming straight for level 90.

There was no risk; it was just a matter of spending time grinding out that spirit ring.

"Senior Sister, do we really have to clean up?"

After Chen An left, Ning Rongrong asked about the cultivation techniques, and Zhu Zhuqing explained them to her while eating. Once they were mostly finished, Ning Rongrong said with a slightly bitter face.

She had never done such chores since she was a child; as the old saying goes, her fingers had never touched spring water.

Zhu Zhuqing, however, began to busy herself with the cleanup.

"Don't be silly. Do you still want to eat the delicious food Master makes or not?"

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong joined in the cleanup.

There was no helping it; she didn't want Master to find out about this and stop making delicious food for her.

Chen An had gone into seclusion, but life went on as usual.

The trio in the academy handled most of the responsibilities, and Chen An had provided the necessary resources to Lin Ran before his seclusion, so everything was running smoothly.

Luo Xiaoshi also woke up on the second day, got acquainted with Ning Rongrong, and then prepared to begin his lessons with Zhu Zhuqing.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong's letter was delivered at top speed to the hands of Sect Master Ning on the second day.

"Sect Master, do you need me to step aside?"

Sword Douluo was currently discussing matters with Ning Fengzhi when an urgent letter was delivered to him.

"No need. This is a letter sent back by Rongrong. Why don't you call Uncle Bone over to read it together?"

"Sounds good, sounds good."

Once Gu Rong arrived, Ning Fengzhi opened the envelope, and he felt something was off right from the start.

The opening greeting was not how he knew Ning Rongrong to write, especially since the recipient was him.

As he read further, Ning Fengzhi's expression shifted repeatedly.

"Well? How is it?"

After Ning Fengzhi finished reading, Bone Douluo Gu Rong was the first to speak.

Regarding their little princess Ning Rongrong, he and Sword Douluo Chen Xin cared for and doted on her even more than Ning Fengzhi did.

"Take it and read it yourselves. Let me catch my breath."

The shock was truly immense for Ning Fengzhi, much like an old father seeing his daughter bring home a delinquent youth with dyed hair.

And then the youth says: "Oi, old man, where do I park my ghost-fire scooter?"

The situation was the opposite, but the feeling was exactly the same.