Ning Fengzhi had always been a man who valued loyalty and sentiment, but he was also ruthless. There was nothing contradictory about these two completely opposing traits existing within one person. The primitive accumulation of merchant capital was always steeped in sin; if he had not been ruthless, how could the Ning Clan have built the richest sect in the world? Naturally, he was loyal and devoted to his own people. Otherwise, so many people would not have stood behind him, willingly protecting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi felt not the slightest guilt over treating Bibi Dong this way. He had given Bibi Dong countless chances, yet she had never cherished them. If she wanted to be an ungrateful wretch and become an enemy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, then she could not blame him for being ruthless. He knew very well about the Heaven Dou City auction houses, where female slaves of every kind were auctioned off for wealthy people to toy with. He had long grown accustomed to this world's darkness.
Without a hard heart, one could not protect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! Without a hard heart, one could not stand firm!
By the time they returned to the Seven Treasure Great Hall, dawn had arrived. Sword Douluo had not rested, instead sitting in a chair and waiting for the final outcome.
"Fengzhi, how is Dong'er?"
Ning Fengzhi relayed the course of events to Sword Douluo through voice transmission. Sword Douluo did not doubt him. He knew Ning Fengzhi would not deceive him about this matter. He let out another deep sigh. "Fengzhi, I do not understand. I gave Dong'er everything I could, the very best things, without holding anything back. Why did Dong'er become like this?"
"I do not know