Six Years Later

Sword Douluo placed his right hand on Gu Rong's shoulder and sighed. "Old Bone, do as the sect master says."

"You bastard, even you... Ah!" Gu Rong let out a long sigh, full of resentment and helplessness. He had no choice but to comply.

Soon, amid women's cries and babies' wails,

a servant carried Ning Rongrong out.

No one knew exactly what had happened at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect that day. All they saw was this:

Fifty brides climbed into Spirit Hall's bridal sedan chairs, weeping and shouting. Among them were women who were already wives and mothers, their beauty not yet faded.

Every one of them possessed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul.

To save the sect, whether willing or not, they gave themselves up, left their loved ones behind, and entered Spirit Hall.

Ning Fengzhi stood at the entrance to the Seven Treasure Great Hall, watching Bibi Dong carry his daughter away with Spirit Hall's grand wedding procession. His heart bled. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, but he no longer noticed.

Physical pain no longer mattered.

The torment was in his mind.

His spirit was being put through agony.

He had once been hailed as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's most capable sect master in a century. Now he had brought the sect to this.

Only by sending away aunts, cousins, and even nieces of eighteen or nineteen could he keep the sect safe.

Most humiliating of all was what had happened to the daughter he had used to forge ties with the Soul Master Guild by having her become Yue Shen's student.

She had ended up a hostage.

At the thought, Ning Fengzhi's eyes reddened. Only when Spirit Hall's procession had gone into the