Bibi Dong's Test

Ning Fengzhi's expression did not change in the slightest. He said calmly, "Then when do you plan to leave?"

"Tomorrow," Dongfang Yu said.

"Mm, very well. Get a good rest tonight, then."

"Thank you, Mentor."

After thanking him, Dongfang Yu went off to rest.

After he left, Ning Fengzhi took a cigarette from his pouch, lit it, and took two puffs.

"Ha..."

"Uncle Gu, what do you think?"

The space beside Ning Fengzhi suddenly twisted, and Gu Rong stepped out from within.

His undetectable spatial techniques were the envy of countless Title Douluo.

Gu Rong looked at Ning Fengzhi, hesitating slightly. "I can't quite make it out."

"What do you mean?" Ning Fengzhi asked instinctively.

Didn't I just ask you to probe that kid's background? How could you not make it out?

As a Title Douluo, and a level ninety-five Super Douluo at that, Gu Rong felt somewhat ashamed.

He had originally wanted to inspect Dongfang Yu's body and see what was strange about him, but he had found nothing at all.

He had clearly been able to investigate him some time ago. It was truly strange.

Now, it was as though some force was blocking him, leaving him helpless.

"There's something strange about him. I can't do anything about it either," Gu Rong said helplessly.

After hearing Gu Rong's answer, Ning Fengzhi took another drag from his cigarette. His eyes narrowed slightly as he said, "This so-called disciple of the Pope is no simple person."

This was far from the first time he had assessed Dongfang Yu this way. Dongfang Yu surprised him every time, and that was all he could say.

"It seems I should find an opportunity to pay the Pope a visit as well."

The next day.

Dongfang Yu boarded the carriage, while Ning Fengzhi