Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Reception Hall.
Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, holding a teacup in his hand as delicate tea fragrance curled upward. Sword Douluo closed his eyes to rest. Bone Douluo Gu Rong lacked that much composure, glancing toward the hall doors every now and then.
Ning Rongrong stood behind her father, her hands clasped in front of her as her fingertips incessantly twisted the hem of her skirt, her gaze also drifting toward the hall doors from time to time while her lips pressed together repeatedly.
Footsteps finally echoed from outside the hall doors. A sect deacon hurried into the hall, bowing in salute. "Sect Master, Your Excellency Su Mo has arrived outside."
Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup and stood up. "Please bring him in quickly."
Ning Rongrong's eyes flashed abruptly, subconsciously wanting to take a step toward the hall doors before blushing and stepping back.
Before long, Su Mo and Xiao Wu walked into the Reception Hall led by the deacon. Su Mo wore a dark martial outfit with the Blood Shadow Sword hanging at his waist, his pace composed.
Xiao Wu linked her arm through his, her large eyes curiously sizing up the furnishings inside the hall.
"Sect Master Ning, I apologize for this abrupt visit and for disturbing you." Su Mo cupped his fists.
Ning Fengzhi stepped forward to greet him, his smile as warm as ever. "What is Your Excellency Su Mo saying? Being able to come is the honor of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Host and guests took their seats.
A maid served tea, and everyone exchanged pleasantries.
Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup and got straight to the point. "Since Your Excellency Su Mo has come this time, is there something you need help with?"
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