"That's right, Eldest Miss Ning, we meet again. I didn't expect you to recognize me even like this, it truly makes this Gu burn with shame."
Lin Yuan put on an extremely awkward expression.
"Hmph, even if you turn to ashes, this miss can still recognize you," Ning Rongrong gave a dainty huff, then instantly changed from her previous imperious manner and asked with red eyes: "Tell me, why did you leave without a word last time?"
"Last time? Which time are you referring to?" Lin Yuan wore a completely clueless look.
"Cut the crap, speak up quickly, or I'll have Zhu Qing castrate you right now." Ning Rongrong's tone was practically on the verge of tears as she said this.
This caused the Sword Douluo standing behind her to shake his head with some helplessness, while Ning Fengzhi's brow furrowed tightly.
According to what his daughter had said, the brat in front of him should currently be less than thirteen years old-twelve years old, rank twenty-three, with a Vajra Bamboo martial soul, which indeed counted as a genius.
His appearance was also truly beyond reproach.
Yet with such talent, even if he obtained the vigorous cultivation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and even if he exhausted his entire life, it would still be difficult to reach the peak as a Titled Douluo.
He was decidedly unworthy of his daughter.
Therefore, he could not possibly allow the other party to be together with his daughter.
Lin Yuan had constantly been observing the reactions of the others without a trace, and seeing Ning Fengzhi's brow furrow tightly, he feigned the appearance of being threatened by Ning Rongrong and said with a face full of helplessness:
"Alright, actually, last time, I didn't really want to leave without a word, but