"Congratulations, Pavilion Master Ling, on gaining such an outstanding disciple!"
"Congratulations, Teacher!" Xue Qinghe suppressed the turmoil raging within him and forced a smile back onto his face. He rose to offer his congratulations, though the smile looked strained no matter how one viewed it. "Sect affairs are demanding, so I shall not disturb you any longer."
"Farewell!"
He had to leave immediately!
This was no place to linger!
Ning Fengzhi was in high spirits and did not press him to stay. "Take care, Your Highness."
Xue Qinghe left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Hall almost impatiently, his retreating figure carrying suppressed fury and urgency.
Inside the hall, Ning Fengzhi beamed as he personally poured tea for Ling Han once more. "Pavilion Master, please have some tea."
"I'll entrust Rong Rong to your care from now on."
"Rest assured," Ling Han said after taking a sip of tea.
Outside the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The afterglow of the setting sun gilded the Glazed Tile Pagoda, yet it could not dispel the lingering murderous sword intent before the sect gates.
Ning Fengzhi personally saw Ling Han's group off at the gates, accompanied by Ning Rongrong, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong, whose expressions were complicated.
Ning Rongrong's little face held some anticipation for her new surroundings, but even more nervousness toward the unknown, along with a faint, barely perceptible sadness at parting.
She followed closely behind Ling Han, occasionally sneaking glances at Wang Qiu'er beside her, with her golden hair, golden eyes, and aura like a blazing molten-gold sun. Then she curiously looked at Wang Dong'er, whose pink-blue butterfly wings and bright smile were equally eye-catching.
"Pavilion Master Ling, I leave Rong Rong in your care." Ning Fengzhi bowed deeply to Ling Han, his tone earnest. "If