As soon as he said that, Chen Xin fell silent.
Gu Rong stopped joking around as well.
For a moment, the scene fell completely quiet.
After a while, Chen Xin nodded lightly. "You're right. We made a simple matter too complicated."
Gu Rong sighed as well. "Fine. I'll talk to Fengzhi about it and tell him not to overthink things. Children and grandchildren will have their own fortunes, and the sect is the same."
"Besides, that kid isn't exactly easy to deal with," he muttered, unclear whether he meant it as praise or criticism.
Seeing that they had relented, Ning Rongrong felt a weight lift from her heart and returned to her smiling self. "I knew Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa were the most reasonable."
"Cut it out." Gu Rong laughed and scolded her. "Don't ever make us play the bad guys again."
For the time being, the matter was settled.
After chatting a little longer, Gu Rong and Chen Xin prepared to leave.
But before they left, Ning Rongrong suddenly remembered something. She asked, "Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, have you heard of Slaughter City?"
Chen Xin paused and turned back to look at her, a slight frown forming between his brows. "Slaughter City?"
"Mm." Ning Rongrong nodded.
Gu Rong also stopped walking and exchanged a look with Chen Xin.
Though the two of them spent most of the year within the sect, they knew more than anyone about the affairs of the martial world.
Slaughter City.
That name alone was far from unfamiliar to people of their generation.
That place had never been anywhere good.
Since the girl was asking now, she must have remembered Lin Yi's earlier thoughts.
But even so, they had to remind her that this was not something she should be worrying about.
Chen Xin