When Bibi Dong regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a bed. Her lovely face instantly tightened as she checked her clothes. Only after seeing that they were intact did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Is this a secret chamber?"
After getting out of bed, Bibi Dong was somewhat dazed. She remembered arguing with Ning Fengzhi in the Seven Treasure Great Hall over Yu Xiaogang's theories. How had she fainted in the blink of an eye and ended up here?
"Dong'er."
Ning Fengzhi emerged from the darkness ahead of the secret chamber, leaning on a cane. His expression no longer held the boundless affection he had shown Bibi Dong before. It was utterly cold.
"Brother Fengzhi, where is this? How did I end up here?"
At the sight of Ning Fengzhi, Bibi Dong immediately calmed down.
The ancients said that women and petty men were the hardest to raise. For so many years, Ning Fengzhi's preferential treatment in pursuit of her had long made Bibi Dong spoiled and willful. Ning Fengzhi did not even dare speak harshly to her. First, he wanted to pursue Bibi Dong; second, Sword Bone Douluo doted on Bibi Dong as if she were family. If he spoke too harshly, those two old men might very well lecture him, the Sect Master.
Gradually, Bibi Dong came to regard Ning Fengzhi's devotion as something only natural.
If Sword Bone Douluo treated Bibi Dong the way they cared for Qian Xunji, whom she respected like a father in the original story, then Ning Fengzhi could probably only be counted as one of Bibi Dong's many simps.
"Dong'er, tell me. Do you truly intend to leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with Yu Xiaogang?"
"Dong'er, you must understand. I spoil you, protect you, and favor you because