Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Inside Ning Fengzhi's study, Ning Yunxiao knelt on the floor, his body covered in bloodstains, dark circles beneath his eyes, and his swollen, bloodshot cheeks purple with bruising.
His once splendid clothes no longer resembled their original form. They were tattered and torn, and from a distance, he looked like a refugee.
The servant beside him carefully explained the entire course of events without concealing anything.
With his back to the servant and Ning Yunxiao, Ning Fengzhi listened quietly to the end, then waved a hand and dismissed the servant.
Even after the servant had left, Ning Fengzhi still did not speak.
The study was too quiet—so quiet it made one's heart pound with dread.
Enduring the pain throughout his body, Ning Yunxiao looked uneasily at his father's back.
Why isn't Father saying anything? Did I cause trouble? No, I did everything according to his instructions.
"Father..."
Slap!
A crisp, resounding slap struck Ning Yunxiao across the face without warning. The force was so great that it sent him flying.
Fortunately, Ning Yunxiao was an assault-type battle Soul Master, while Ning Fengzhi was merely a support-type Soul Master. His strength was limited, and the slap did not kill him.
"You're fucking amazing! You're the one who's my dad!"
Ning Fengzhi was furious. He had never imagined that his son would be such a lust-driven scoundrel.
He had already allowed maidservants to teach him about such matters after he came of age, and Ning Fengzhi had never rebuked him for fooling around outside. How could he still be this repressed?
"Ning Yunxiao, what were you thinking? Harassing women in public and forcibly abducting them?"
Ning Yunxiao froze. Wasn't this how everyone in the noble circles of the Heaven Dou Empire usually acted? Imperial law could not