Your Daughter's Teammate

Ning Rongrong pointed at Qian Chenzhou furiously, looking like she had suffered some great injustice. Even her sleeves trembled as she raised her arm.

In the past, ten thousand Gold Soul Coins would have meant nothing to her.

But now, she only had ten thousand Gold Soul Coins in total, and that damned bastard had swindled every last one away. What was she supposed to do next?

Slunk back home in disgrace?

Wouldn't her father laugh himself to death?

She had said that she could live perfectly well without relying on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She had even made a three-strike agreement with her father: she would not return until she had used up all three chances.

She had even boasted before that she would not need to use a single one. Was she really going to use one now?

Qian Chenzhou watched Ning Rongrong with amusement and pointed at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples lying on the ground. "When did I ever break my word?"

"If I had broken my word, would they be stopping you from leaving right now?"

Ning Rongrong could not help looking at the guards and disciples sprawled across the ground. They no longer had the strength to resist, so it did not exactly count as him going back on his word.

But no matter how she thought about it, something felt wrong!

Yet she could not figure out what exactly was wrong.

Before leaving, Ah Rou gave the so-called eldest miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect a deep look. She only felt that the girl was an utterly hopeless idiot.

She had displayed ten thousand Gold Soul Coins in public, gotten all the Soul Masters protecting her beaten until they lost their combat strength, and still could not