"No matter what, we have to face it."
"I'll go with you!"
Oscar clasped Ning Rongrong's hand, offering her gentle encouragement.
Why, after winning, had she rather stay on Sea God Island than return to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Was she truly such an ungrateful wretch?
Perhaps there was some truth to that.
But deep down, she still felt some guilt.
Ning Rongrong didn't dare go back. She didn't dare face her father, whose hair had turned white overnight, or see the old site of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She was afraid that if she saw anything familiar, she would be reminded of the past.
Especially Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa.
Back then, to bring Third Brother back to life, she and Oscar had paid the price of their Martial Souls falling dormant and their Soul Power disappearing for an entire year.
A year later, when their Soul Power returned, they no longer had the means to revive Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa.
Most importantly, Oscar had tried in secret. Even if he and Rongrong used that same Soul Skill from the past again, its reviving power would fall far short of what it had once been.
In other words, they hadn't been the ones who brought Tang San back to life. A god from the Divine Realm had helped them do it.
And so, Ning Rongrong chose to run away.
Only by staying far away from Douluo Continent could she avoid thinking about these things, and avoid having to consider the burden of the sect or the legacy of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Put plainly, she didn't dare shoulder the responsibility and didn't want to.
How happy and carefree she was with Third Brother and the others!
After Oscar talked her into it,