Wang Zhao looked at Ning Qingyun and suddenly spoke.
Yet all he received was Ning Qingyun's puzzled gaze.
"What did you say?"
"Uh, nothing."
Wang Zhao shook his head awkwardly and withdrew his gaze.
Sure enough, he had been overthinking it.
At the very least, this "Ning Rongrong" was not a "fellow traveler."
Wang Zhao pondered inwardly.
By now, he could be considered someone who had weathered great storms. After all, he spent every day treading on thin ice upon the most watched stage on the continent, acting alongside a pack of old schemers. His judgment and mentality had gradually been honed.
So, while this "Ning Rongrong" might not be simple, he could clearly tell that she had no idea what he meant by the "code phrase" he had suddenly asked about.
Since that was the case, what he needed to consider next was what exactly was going on with this "Ning Rongrong," who might bring unforeseen changes to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Rebirth? Transmigration? Or some old granny companion at her side?
Several classic tropes flashed through Wang Zhao's mind, while on the surface, he continued chatting amicably with Ning Fengzhi. The group swiftly flew toward Heaven Dou City. Naturally, no blind guard would dare appear and stop such great figures capable of riding dragons, swords, and the air itself.
Meanwhile, seated atop Chen Xin's flying sword, Ning Qingyun silently watched Wang Zhao chatting merrily with her bargain-bin father. She only felt that the incomprehensible words he had said to her just now seemed rather strange, as though they carried some special meaning.
Yet she could not figure it out no matter how hard she tried.
Ning Qingyun could not help but sigh.
Today, Spirit Hall's first Sacred Ceremony was being held throughout the continent. Naturally, she