Ning Fengzhi's Misfortune Struck Again

The sun set in the west, melting gold across the sky.

Gorgeous rosy clouds poured down, coating all of Star Dou Town in a fiery red glow.

Travelers passing through and merchants from north and south began searching for inns in town, intending to eat, rest their feet, and ease the fatigue of their journeys.

"Have you heard? A little hotel in this town actually made several young Spirit Masters work as attendants, serving tea and water. It's simply unheard of!"

"I heard about it too! It's not just serving people during the day—they have to kneel on the floor and wait on others at night. They can't even get a hot meal!"

"That's nothing! There's one in even worse shape, hung directly from the rafters and whipped once every two hours. So far, they've taken a full twenty lashes!"

"That miserable? Could they have offended some important figure?"

"It's more than just offending someone. I heard they were blind enough to provoke a Spirit Master far stronger than themselves, which was why they ended up like this!"

"I see. Then they really brought it upon themselves!"

These whispered conversations buzzed like mosquitoes, yet every word entered Ning Fengzhi's ears.

The air around him seemed to freeze instantly, and his expression darkened bit by bit.

"Fengzhi, it looks like we found the right place!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin narrowed his eyes, a cold gleam flashing through them.

The killing intent swirling around him was almost tangible, and even the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

"Uncle Sword, let's go!"

"I want to see who has the nerve to make the little princess of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect work as an attendant in a shabby little hotel like this!"

Ning Fengzhi's face was so dark it seemed as