Chen Xuan neither confirmed nor denied it.
He held out a finger and lightly tapped the stone table.
"The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda is known as the continent's number one auxiliary Martial Soul."
"Your father spent his entire life striving, yet could only stop at level seventy-nine. It became his lifelong regret."
"Your Martial Soul evolved into the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, breaking through that restriction."
"Do you know what that means?"
Ning Rongrong raised her head, a trace of bewilderment in her clear eyes.
She only knew that she could cultivate to become a Titled Douluo now.
"It means your starting point is the endpoint of your father and all your ancestors."
Chen Xuan looked at her.
"It also means no one can point the way forward for you."
"Your father can't, and neither can Chen Xin."
"All they can teach you is the experience of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, not the future of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda."
Chen Xuan's words held Ning Rongrong's attention fast.
It was as if, for the first time, she had clearly understood just how special her Martial Soul was.
"Teacher..."
"So, starting today, forget that you're the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Chen Xuan's voice wasn't loud, but each word struck her heart.
"Here, you're just my disciple, Ning Rongrong."
"Yes, teacher!"
Ning Rongrong nodded firmly, her eyes growing resolute.
A faint smile appeared on Chen Xuan's face.
"Good."
"Then, as your teacher, I'll give you your first lesson today."
He set down his teacup.
"Take off your shoes."
"Huh?"
Ning Rongrong instantly froze, her beautiful, wide eyes filled with astonishment.
She wondered if she'd heard him wrong.
Her teacher... was telling her to take off her shoes?
Here... here?
In front