Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Reception Hall.
Ning Fengzhi sat in the seat of honor, holding a teacup as fragrant steam curled upward. Sword Douluo rested with his eyes closed. Bone Douluo, Gu Rong, was far less composed, glancing toward the hall entrance from time to time.
Ning Rongrong stood behind her father, her hands clasped before her as her fingers continuously twisted the hem of her skirt. Her gaze also kept drifting toward the entrance, and she pressed and pursed her lips repeatedly.
At last, footsteps sounded outside the hall. A sect steward hurried inside and bowed. "Sect Master, Lord Su Mo has arrived outside."
Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup and rose. "Bring him in at once."
Ning Rongrong's eyes immediately lit up. She instinctively wanted to step toward the entrance, only to retreat with a blush.
Before long, Su Mo and Xiao Wu entered the Reception Hall under the steward's guidance. Su Mo wore a dark, fitted outfit, the Blood Shadow Sword hanging at his waist, his steps unhurried.
Xiao Wu held his arm, her large eyes curiously taking in the furnishings of the hall.
"Sect Master Ning, forgive this unannounced visit and the disturbance," Su Mo said, cupping his hands.
Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, his smile as gentle as ever. "What are you saying, Lord Su Mo? Your presence is an honor to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
The host and guests took their seats.
The maids served tea, and everyone exchanged a few pleasantries.
Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup and went straight to the point. "Lord Su Mo, have you come this time because you need our assistance with something?"
"Sect Master Ning, before I explain my purpose, I have an impertinent request." His gaze passed Ning Fengzhi and settled on Sword Douluo,