Ning Rongrong was brought back from Su Mo Academy by people Ning Fengzhi had sent.
After returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she headed straight for the Martial Arts Arena in the rear mountains.
From afar, she saw her father, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo standing in the middle of the Martial Arts Arena, all three wearing smiles.
Bone Douluo was laughing the loudest and waved at her from a great distance.
Sword Douluo still wore his usual calm expression, but the curve of his lips was more pronounced than usual. Her father stood in the middle, his Martial Soul resting in his palm as he looked toward her.
Ning Rongrong quickened her pace, but suddenly stopped when she drew near.
She saw the tower in her father's palm.
Eight stories. Not seven, but eight.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda she had seen countless times since childhood now had an additional level. A Seven-Colored Glazed Crystal was embedded in the eighth level, radiating a light even more dazzling than the other seven levels combined.
"D-Dad?" Her voice trembled. "Is this... the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"
Ning Fengzhi did not answer. He merely held the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda out before her.
The smile on his face was as gentle as ever, but his eyes were clearly still red.
Ning Rongrong stared at the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda for a long time, her expression filled with incomparable excitement. As the young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had known since childhood where the limit of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda lay. Seven levels—it could only ever have seven levels.
The obsession of generations of the sect, the ceiling countless predecessors had failed to break through even after exhausting their entire lives,