Ning Rongrong's Feelings

Several more days passed. Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Dongfang Yu had not set foot here for quite some time. The moment he stepped down from the carriage, disciples came forward to receive him.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was becoming ever more imposing. Exaggerated as it might sound, it was on an entirely different level from its appearance a few years ago.

Led by a disciple, Dongfang Yu arrived at the main hall.

Ning Fengzhi had been waiting there for quite some time. He had received word of Dongfang Yu's visit several days earlier.

Adjusting his glasses, Ning Fengzhi smiled gently. "Little Brother Dongfang, you're here."

Dongfang Yu smiled. "You're being too formal, Mentor."

"Knowing you were coming, His Highness the Crown Prince should be arriving soon as well." Ning Fengzhi spoke meaningfully.

"No matter."

"Dad..."

Just a few minutes later, a pure, youthful female voice drifted into the hall.

Before Ning Rongrong even entered, she asked, "I heard Dongfang Yu was coming today. Has he arrived..."

Before she could finish the last word, her voice abruptly stopped, because Dongfang Yu was looking at her with an amused smile.

That left her somewhat embarrassed. She did not know whether to finish what she had been saying or not.

Ning Fengzhi and Dongfang Yu exchanged smiles before Ning Fengzhi said, "Rongrong, isn't he sitting right here?"

Having made a fool of herself, Ning Rongrong lowered her head and walked to Ning Fengzhi's side, nudging his arm. "Dad... you're making fun of me again."

"Hahaha... Little Yu, my precious daughter has always been like this. I hope you won't mind." Ning Fengzhi smiled.

Dongfang Yu returned the smile. "Not at all. Rongrong's personality is quite adorable."

"Hmph!" Seeing the two of them teasing her, Ning Rongrong let out an indignant