Other than having one more advantage than Ning Rongrong, almost no one could tell from her appearance that this Ning Rongrong was an impostor.
Ning Rongrong's clothes carried a distinctive, soothing fragrance, and Jiang Chen could not help taking several deep breaths.
He cast Ning Rongrong one lingering glance before pushing the door open and walking out.
Appreciating beauty was human nature, and he was no exception.
After leaving the small courtyard, Jiang Chen's delicate face was filled with exhaustion as he hurried toward Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong.
Along the way, countless junior brothers and sisters who saw this beautiful senior sister cast looks of admiration, envy, and jealousy at her.
Yet for some reason, this beautiful senior sister—the legendary young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—radiated a sorrow today that made people unable to resist feeling pity for her.
Jiang Chen arrived at that courtyard and spotted Zhao Wuji standing guard outside from afar.
Earlier, Gu Rong had told Flender and Zhao Wuji to leave. After they came out, Flender had Zhao Wuji remain on guard here so that he could provide assistance to Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong at any time.
Moreover, Spirit Hall might sneak into the academy to wipe them out, and Zhao Wuji could serve as a lookout here as well.
"Teacher Zhao." The fake Ning Rongrong came before Zhao Wuji, looking as though she were on the verge of tears. The sight made Zhao Wuji's heart ache.
"Rongrong, you're awake?"
Jiang Chen nodded and asked sorrowfully, "Teacher Zhao, how is my father?"
Zhao Wuji sighed. "Sect Master Ning's condition isn't optimistic. His life has been temporarily preserved, but no one knows how much longer he can hold on."
At those words, tears began streaming down Jiang Chen's face despite himself.
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