Chen Doudou was lashing away with gusto when he suddenly felt a chill run down his back.
He stopped swinging the vine whip and looked over his shoulder. Ning Fengjing and Bibi Dong had appeared nearby at some point.
Ning Fengjing's face turned green when he saw his daughter dangling in midair.
She wasn't badly hurt, but that pose... It was practically a challenge to his dignity as sect master!
"Senior! This..."
Ning Fengjing had just started to plead for mercy when Bibi Dong pinned him in place with a single look.
With her arms crossed, Bibi Dong watched the scene and curled her lips in satisfaction. "Not bad. You've tied those vines much tighter than before. Looks like Doudou's a natural."
Hearing the praise, Chen Doudou immediately released his Soul Skill.
The vines vanished in an instant.
Ning Tian and Wu Feng cried out, "Oof!" and dropped straight to the ground.
Ning Fengjing hurried over and helped them both up, one in each arm, anxiously checking for injuries.
"Are you all right? Does it hurt?"
"Uncle, I'm fine..."
Wu Feng rubbed her bottom, but her eyes kept darting toward Chen Doudou. Her cheeks flushed red. "He... he didn't hit me very hard."
Ning Fengjing: "..."
There was no saving this child.
Ning Tian threw herself into her father's arms and burst into tears. "Dad, he bullied me! He said he'd make me fly! Waaaah!"
Seeing his daughter's miserable expression made Ning Fengjing's heart bleed, but he didn't dare lose his temper. He could only smile wryly at Bibi Dong. "Senior, my daughter's unruly. Please forgive her for making a spectacle of herself."
"A spectacle?"
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. "I think Doudou did very well. If they came here to play, then they should play properly. It's perfectly normal