"Then, can I call you Hall Lord Brother?"
Ning Rongrong immediately asked.
Wang Zhao:?
Ning Qingyun:?!!!
The moment Ning Rongrong said that, Wang Zhao was instantly puzzled, while Ning Qingyun in the Spiritual Sea was stunned.
Rongrong, do you know what you're doing?
Some thoughts were fine kept in your heart. There was really no need to say them aloud.
Ning Qingyun could not help rubbing her forehead.
Her silly little sister could be truly introverted at times, but she also always broke out with bold actions that caught people completely off guard.
Of course, that was only when she faced Wang Zhao. To everyone else in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong was still the Little Demoness—the same Little Demoness who inspired fear.
After all, over the past year, Ning Rongrong had practically grown up listening to Wang Zhao's legendary deeds. On top of that, she had seen her father and even the two Titled Douluo grandfathers who usually doted on her the most frequently mention Wang Zhao. Even the strange sister inside her body would occasionally emerge to take control specifically to follow news about Wang Zhao.
It could only be said that Wang Zhao had left an incredibly indelible impression on her young heart. That was why she acted so cautiously whenever she faced him.
Compared to Wang Zhao, whenever Ning Rongrong turned around and saw those young Soul Masters in the sect who were publicly around the same age as Wang Zhao—youngsters who could be called "little geniuses" or "middling geniuses" across the whole continent—she instantly found them utterly dull.
The reason was simple. While you people were still circling around the Soul Elder, Soul Ancestor, or perhaps even Soul Grandmaster realms, Wang Zhao had already begun touching the domain of Titled Douluo.
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