Meanwhile, in the Crown Prince's Residence study.
"Your Highness, Sect Master Ning requests an audience."
"Xue Qinghe," who had been handling official business with a pen in hand, paused. The tip left a tiny dot of ink on the rice paper.
He looked up, his gentle face showing little change in expression.
"Please ask my teacher to wait in the reception room, and serve him the finest Cloud Mist Tea."
"I'll be there as soon as I finish these few matters at hand."
"Yes."
The guard acknowledged the order and withdrew.
Silence returned to the study, broken only by the soft tapping of "Xue Qinghe's" fingers on the desk.
Ning Fengzhi?
At this point in time, he had personally brought Ning Rongrong to call on him. This was certainly no simple courtesy visit.
Then there was the battle between Titled Douluo in Sunset Forest a few days ago, which had shocked all of Heaven Dou City...
Qian Renxue already had a few ideas.
It seemed that Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had come to sound him out.
He put down his pen, rose, and straightened his clean, blue cloth robe. His expression once again became warm and modest, and he strode toward the reception room.
The reception room in the Crown Prince's Residence was arranged with refined simplicity. It lacked the opulence common to the imperial family and instead carried an air of scholarly elegance.
Ning Fengzhi sat composedly in a pearwood chair, a thin wisp of steam curling up from the teacup before him.
Yet he had not touched the tea. He simply watched the leaves drift in the water.
Unlike his calm demeanor, Ning Rongrong beside him seemed rather restless.
From time to time, she glanced toward the door, her hands