Ning Fengzhi said bitterly, "Spirit Hall made its move. They deployed ten thousand soul masters and five Titled Douluo and wiped out our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Aside from me and your two grandfathers escaping, everyone else died."
Ning Rongrong's mind went blank. She sat stiffly at the edge of the bed, Ning Fengzhi's words echoing endlessly in her ears.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been destroyed by Spirit Hall!
The sect where she had grown up was gone. Those older brothers and sisters, uncles and elders, were gone too.
Looking at Ning Fengzhi's head full of white hair, his aged, wrinkled face, and the horrifying wound where his arm had been severed, her heart twisted painfully.
"Spirit Hall, why did you have to be so cruel?!" Unable to endure it any longer, she threw herself onto Ning Fengzhi and burst into tears.
Only after a long while did she stop crying. Her eyes red, she asked, "Where are Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone? I saw them here earlier."
Ning Fengzhi's heart ached. His two old companions had been killed by that beastly man.
He forced a smile. "Your two grandfathers left. They said they were going to seek revenge against Spirit Hall."
Afraid that his daughter would be unable to bear the terrible news, he could only tell a well-intentioned lie.
Ning Rongrong suddenly wiped away her tears and clenched her fists tightly. "Father, we must avenge this. Our clansmen cannot have died in vain."
Ning Fengzhi's expression changed. He recalled Spirit Hall's army of hundreds of thousands of soul masters. How could they possibly take this revenge?
"Quick, call Dean Flender over. I have something urgent to discuss with him," Ning Fengzhi said anxiously.
When Chen Xin had brought him and Gu Rong down at