Seven Treasures' Night Report!

Flender stood at the kitchen entrance, watching Ning Rongrong's back as she washed the dishes, sighing inwardly: Ning Fengzhi, your daughter is more sensible than you imagined.

Fu Wen passed by the kitchen entrance, saw Ning Rongrong washing dishes, and paused for a moment.

He didn't speak, just watched for a while, then turned and walked away.

Ning Rongrong finished the dishes and came out of the kitchen, seeing Fu Wen's back disappear at the end of the corridor.

She frowned; this annoying guy, why is he always like this?

He clearly saw her, yet didn't even bother to say hello.

"Rongrong, go back and rest."

Flender walked over.

"We have training tomorrow."

"Dean Flender."

Ning Rongrong called out to him.

"What is it?"

"Fu Wen... was he always like this? Indifferent to everyone?"

Flender was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Him? He's been like that since he was a child. He doesn't like to talk, doesn't like to smile, and doesn't like to socialize. But he isn't a bad person."

"I know he isn't bad."

Ning Rongrong said softly.

Flender glanced at her, didn't say anything more, and turned to leave.

Ning Rongrong stood where she was, thinking for a long time, before returning to the dormitory.

At night, Fu Wen lay on his bed with his eyes closed, but he wasn't asleep.

He was thinking about Ning Rongrong's flight trajectory today; her progress was indeed fast, but her landing was still unstable.

This was a problem of center-of-gravity control that required more practice; there were no shortcuts.

"Brother Wen, are you asleep?"

Ma Hongjun's voice came from nearby.

"No."

"Do you think Rongrong will stay in the future? I mean, will she finish her entire schooling at this academy?"

"She will."

Fu Wen did not hesitate.

"How do you know?"

"Because she promised her father."

Fu Wen said.

"She won't go back on a promise she made."

Ma Hongjun thought about it, felt it made sense, turned over, and closed his eyes.

Fu Wen did not sleep.

He was thinking about the butterfly effect.

Ning Rongrong entering Shrek six years early meant her personality would be more stable than in the original story, her strength would be greater, and her relationships with Oscar and Ma Hongjun would be deeper.

All of this was a good thing.

But what he worried about was that the butterfly effect wouldn't just affect Ning Rongrong alone.

It would affect everyone and everything.

Would Tang San still come to Shrek? Would Xiao Wu still follow? Would Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing still appear?

Fu Wen didn't know.

But he knew one thing: no matter how the plot changed, his path would not.

Cultivate the China Divine Crocodile, inherit the godhood, and protect the people around him.

As for the rest, he would adapt as things changed.

Outside the window, the moon was full, and the moonlight spilled in, shining on Fu Wen's face.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The assembly hall.

The night was already deep, but Ning Fengzhi had not yet slept.

He sat at the head of the table, holding a secret report that had just arrived, a smile playing on his lips.

The report came from Shrek Academy.

It wasn't written by Flender, but by someone Ning Fengzhi had stationed in the shadows.

A Soul Emperor of the agility-attack system who excelled in concealment, he was tasked specifically with observing Ning Rongrong's performance at Shrek and sending back a report every few days.

Ning Fengzhi unfolded the report, read it from beginning to end, and then smiled.

"Sect Master, what good news is there?"

Gu Rong walked in from outside, and seeing Ning Fengzhi smiling, he asked curiously.

"It's about Rongrong."

Ning Fengzhi handed the report to him.

"Take a look."

Gu Rong took it, glanced over it, and raised an eyebrow.

The report was densely packed, recording every day of Ning Rongrong's performance at Shrek.

The first day, ran twenty laps; finished, did not cry.

The second day, ran twenty laps; finished, took the initiative to help wash the dishes.

The third day, ran twenty-five laps; finished, began learning to control the Flying Sausage.

The fourth day, flight training; fell from the sky, was caught by Fu Wen, did not cry, continued to practice.

The fifth day, flight altitude reached ten zhang; landing was still unstable, but she could basically control the direction.

After reading it, Gu Rong fell silent.

"How is it?"

Ning Fengzhi asked.

"This girl is tougher than I imagined."

Gu Rong put down the report, his tone carrying a trace of gratification, but more of heartache.

"She didn't call for a stop even when her legs were about to break from running, and she didn't cry when she fell from the sky. She wasn't like this before."

"That was because we were there before."

Ning Fengzhi stood up and walked to the window.

"She knew that if she fell, Uncle Sword would catch her. She knew that if she was tired, Uncle Bone would carry her back. She knew that no matter what she did, someone would be there to catch her. So she didn't need to be strong, didn't need to persevere, and didn't need to work hard."

"But it's different now. At Shrek, no one will catch her. Flender won't, Zhao Wuji won't, Oscar and Ma Hongjun won't. Fu Wen, he will catch her, but he won't fly for her."

Gu Rong did not speak.

"She needs to face it herself."

Ning Fengzhi turned around.

"If she falls, she must climb up herself. If she's tired, she must hold on herself. If she can't fly, she must practice herself. No one will do these things for her. She must do them herself."

"Sect Master, don't you feel heartache?"

Gu Rong asked.

"I do."

Ning Fengzhi's voice lowered.

"When I saw the part about her falling from the sky, my hands were shaking. But I cannot go and catch her. If I catch her once, she will wait for a second time. I cannot wait for her for a lifetime."

Gu Rong took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"I'm going to call the Old Sword Man."

He turned and walked out.

Before long, Chen Xin followed Gu Rong inside.

His pace was fast, much faster than usual, clearly having already learned the contents of the report.

"Sect Master, let me see the report."

Chen Xin reached out his hand.

Ning Fengzhi handed the report to him.

Chen Xin took it, read it from beginning to end, and then read it again.

His fingers gently stroked the report, as if he were caressing Ning Rongrong's face.

"This girl, she ran until her legs nearly broke."

Chen Xin's voice was a bit hoarse.

"Twenty laps, twenty-five laps. Back in the sect, she would complain that even walking from the gate to the carriage was too far."

"She has grown up."

Ning Fengzhi spoke.

Chen Xin looked up at Ning Fengzhi, remained silent for a long time, and then nodded. "Sect Master, you are right."

"What?"

Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment.

"Sending Rongrong to Shrek was the right decision."

Chen Xin placed the intelligence report on the table.

"Within the sect, she will always be the little princess held in the palm of our hands. At Shrek, she is just an ordinary student. She needs to learn who she is, what she can do, and what she cannot do."

"Uncle Sword, you are no longer opposed to it?"

Gu Rong was somewhat surprised.

"No longer opposed."

Chen Xin shook his head.

"But I am still worried."

"So am I."

Gu Rong added.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the two Title Douluo, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.

The affection Chen Xin and Gu Rong held for Ning Rongrong was no less than his own as her biological father.

They had watched Rongrong grow up since she was a child, cherishing her as if she were their own granddaughter.

Sending Rongrong to Shrek was hardest not for him, but for these two.

"Sect Master, the report says that the child named Fu Wen caught Rongrong."

Chen Xin said suddenly.