On the way back, Sword and Bone Douluo looked at Ning Fengzhi with concern.
This once-strategic sage, burdened with the sin of having two layers of his entire sect stripped away, had long since lost his former sharpness.
Back in Spirit City, he had already lost his former pride. Before the Pope, he had bowed his head in submission.
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, resting.
Suddenly, at a certain moment, he opened his eyes.
"Eh!" Gu Rong and Chen Xin looked at Ning Fengzhi in surprise.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes were no longer clouded as before. His sharpness was now fully revealed, as though he had regained the bearing of that high-spirited young sect master from back then.
"Sect Master, you..."
"Uncle Sword, I'm fine now," Ning Fengzhi said.
He looked out the window, his expression calm while his heart churned.
Just now, he had seen through the mystery of the womb and unexpectedly awakened the memories of his previous life.
In his previous life, his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had invested in Tang San and spared no effort in supporting him.
Ning Fengzhi had not considered that investment a loss. On the contrary, he had profited enormously.
Yet the Aromatic Silk Beauty Tang San gave Ning Rongrong was not something that the money and support he had provided Tang San could compare to.
Not to mention that his daughter had ultimately followed Tang San and gained the Godhood of the Nine-Colored Goddess.
In the end, the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda was lost once more in his previous life, and the Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Sect visibly headed toward decline. That was not Tang San's fault either.
What Ning Fengzhi truly resented was his own daughter, along with Oscar!
They got married, became gods,