The Rebellious Daughter Bows and Begs Forgiveness: I'll Take Responsibility for My Own Actions!

The visitor was none other than Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Having not slept for two days and one night, this once elegant sect leader now looked utterly dejected.

Her hair ornament was nowhere to be found, and her long hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, covered in morning dew and bits of grass from who-knows-where.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his refined face was filled with exhaustion and fear for the future of his sect.

The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo following behind him also had deathly pale faces, like prisoners heading to the execution ground.

The moment the shop door opened, a faint smell of blood, mixed with the scent of earth, abruptly entered the hall filled with the aroma of food.

Bibi Dong, who was eating, stopped eating, a hint of amusement flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Qian Daoliu and the others perked up, silently picked up their teacups, and moved to the best spots to watch the show.

Their gazes passed over Ning Fengzhi and landed on Bone Douluo's hand.

There, someone was being dragged along.

A young man, his face covered in blood and his right arm severed at the root, was being dragged along like a dead dog, his consciousness fading.

His face was so badly injured, and with the large amount of dried blood, his original features were no longer visible.

Only Zhu Zhuqing, who was eating in the corner, paused slightly with her chopsticks.

She felt that the disheveled figure looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

But she didn't think much of it, just lowered her eyes and continued to eat the noodles in her bowl in small bites.

Here, she's just a lowly shop assistant; if the sky falls, her seniors will hold it up.

Ning Fengzhi led the group step by step to the center of the hall.

He didn't look at anyone; his gaze was fixed on the figure in the rocking chair behind the counter.

"Senior."

He spoke, his voice terribly hoarse.

"Mr. Ning has come to apologize, bringing with him the woman who committed the crime."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The Sword Douluo behind him stepped forward and gently pushed Ning Rongrong from behind.

Ning Rongrong stumbled and was pushed to the very center of everyone's attention.

Instantly, all the titled Douluo in the store focused their attention on her.

A dozen or so gazes, cold, scrutinizing, and even carrying undisguised malice.

That wasn't just a simple gaze.

Those were invisible mountains, crashing down with a deafening roar.

Ning Rongrong, who was pampered to the extreme in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had never experienced such treatment before.

She felt like a little lamb, thrown into the middle of a pack of hungry wolves.

A sudden fear gripped her heart, making her tremble uncontrollably.

She instinctively wanted to back away, to grab onto that most familiar and warmest support.

"Dad, I'm scared..."

Her tears flowed uncontrollably, her voice barely audible, tinged with sobs.

However, she was no longer met with gentle reassurance.

"Rebellious daughter!"

Ning Fengzhi a loud shout.

"Hurry up and kneel down before your senior!"

He didn't even give Ning Rongrong any time to react before kicking her hard in the back of the knee.

"Woo!"

Ning Rongrong cried out in pain, her knees buckled, and she could no longer stand, kneeling straight down on the cold floor.

Thump!

The dull thud of knees hitting the wooden floor was particularly clear in the hall.

This is just the beginning.

The moment she knelt down, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo, these three figures standing at the pinnacle of the continent, knelt down without any hesitation.

In the past, they would not have needed to bend their knees even when meeting the emperor, but now they were kneeling with perfect form.

Their proud heads were pressed tightly to the ground, as humble as dust.

Bone Douluo grabbed Dai Mubai's hair, who was in a semi-conscious state, and pressed him down hard.

"Bang!"

Dai Mubai's forehead slammed onto the floor with a dull thud, leaving a small, conspicuous pool of blood.

After doing all this, Ning Fengzhi's trembling voice finally came through intermittently.

"Ning... is fully aware of the enormity of his sins."

"The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, comprising 5,392 members, is at your disposal, Senior!"

He dared not plead for him.

He feared that any words of pleading would only cause his seniors greater displeasure.

At that time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will truly be doomed.

Ning Rongrong knelt on the ground, completely dumbfounded.

The excruciating pain in my knee was nothing compared to the terror in my heart.

She could clearly feel her father's body trembling violently behind her; it was a fear that came from the depths of his soul.

She saw that Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa, who were usually so upright and indomitable, were now kneeling on the ground, like two stone statues that had lost their souls.

She looked around again.

Those pairs of cold eyes, those terrifying figures, all stared at her as if she were already dead.

She finally understood.

The mess she made was real, big enough to Destruction everything.

It was her ignorance, her arrogance, and her ridiculous temper that pushed the entire sect to the brink of disaster.

A surge of immense fear and regret welled up inside her, nearly overwhelming her.

After the extreme fear subsided, an indescribable emotion welled up from the depths of her heart.

That's not courage.

That was the last bit of responsibility of a sinner who realized he had destroyed everything.

As she watched her father and two grandfathers prostrate on the ground, tears streamed down her face.

She trembled, and with all her might, straightened her spine, which had been bent by fear.

Ning Rongrong looked up at the figure sitting in the rocking chair, who hadn't uttered a word from beginning to end.

"One person does the work, one person takes the blame..."

She swallowed hard, tears blurring her vision, but her voice became strangely firm at that moment.

In an instant, it seemed that the spoiled and willful little princess died.

"Yes... it was me, Ning Rongrong, who spoke rudely to you. I will accept any punishment!"

"Please, don't hurt my family."

After saying that.

The little girl, imitating her father, slammed her forehead heavily against the hard floor.

"Thump!"

Even if... it means my death!

Hearing her daughter's resolute words, Ning Fengzhi, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled almost imperceptibly.

A bittersweet feeling, a mixture of pride and heartbreak, suddenly surged up his throat.

His little princess has finally grown up.

But it happened on the day she was about to leave him forever.

His eyes instantly burned, but he clenched his teeth tightly, not daring to let a single tear fall.

He has no right to cry here.

Looking at the group of people kneeling on the ground, trembling like leaves, Lin Feng whistled in his heart.

" Dog System, did you see that?"

" The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has over five thousand members, and now they're just waiting for your word. Have you vented your anger enough?"

The system's annoying electronic voice lazily sounded.

[Hmph, how could such a trivial matter affect the magnanimity of this system?]

However...

[Considering this little girl's kowtowing was quite loud, this system will let it slide.]

Lin Feng curled his lip.

You're such a clown, and you think you can be petty?

If you were truly magnanimous, you wouldn't have asked me to stand up for you!

The hall was deathly quiet.

Ning Fengzhi, Sword and Bone Douluo, and even the titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall all held their breath.

They could feel the senior's gaze sweep over them, seemingly casual, yet as heavy as a mountain.

Because they knew that the fate of the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect rested on the decision of the person in that rocking chair.

In the midst of this deathly silence, a soft laugh suddenly rang out.

It was very light and casual, as if it had seen something interesting.

This laughter, more chilling than any furious shout, sent a shiver down Ning Fengzhi's spine.

It's over, completely over...

However, that languid voice did not pronounce their death sentence; instead, it carried a hint of amusement.

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