"Yes, Miss Ning, we meet again. I didn't think you'd recognize me even like this. I'm embarrassed to admit it."
Lin Yuan put on an awkward expression.
"Hmph. I'd recognize you even if you turned to ash." Ning Rongrong gave a delicate snort, then dropped her haughty manner. Her eyes reddened. "Tell me, why did you leave without a word last time?"
"Last time? Which time do you mean?" Lin Yuan looked utterly clueless.
"Cut the nonsense and tell me, or I'll have Zhu Qing castrate you right now." Ning Rongrong's voice was close to breaking.
Behind her, Sword Douluo shook his head helplessly, while Ning Fengzhi frowned.
From what his daughter had told him, this boy was not yet thirteen. Twelve years old, level twenty-three, with Vajra Bamboo as his Martial Soul. He was certainly a genius.
And there was nothing to fault in his looks.
But even with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's full support, talent like that would struggle to reach Titled Douluo in a lifetime.
He was simply not good enough for Ning Fengzhi's daughter.
There was no way Ning Fengzhi would let them be together.
Lin Yuan had been discreetly watching everyone's reactions. When he saw Ning Fengzhi frown, he pretended to be cowed by Ning Rongrong's threat and said with a helpless look:
"All right. The truth is, I didn't actually mean to leave without saying goodbye. There were other circumstances."
"What circumstances?" Ning Rongrong wiped away her tears and immediately returned to her lively self, asking with concern.
"I happened to go out that day. When I came back, I saw..."
Seeing that Lin Yuan was about to reveal how he had sent people to hunt him down, Ning Fengzhi cut in at once:
"That's enough, Rongrong. You can talk about it