Chen Xin gazed at the stubborn expression on Ning Rongrong's face in the square, and his normally icy eyes gradually softened.
He had always been stern and unsmiling, yet he indulged this mischievous little princess more than anyone else. Caught off guard by the child's blunt accusation, he found himself at a loss for words. He merely shook his head in silence, offering no defense-after all, he had indeed coughed up blood and been injured just now. In a child's eyes, anyone who hurt others was a "bad person." Faced with such a pure, simple judgment, he had no way to argue.
Seeing this, Gu Rong hurried forward and bent down, giving Ning Rongrong a gentle smile:
"Be good, Rongrong. The Great Enshrined isn't a bad person. We were just sparring, like when you play-fight with your friends in the sect. Adults simply spar a little more fiercely. We weren't really trying to hurt each other."
"Sparring?"
Ning Rongrong tilted her round little head, her pigtails swaying gently with the movement, her clear eyes filled with confusion.
She looked at Gu Rong first, then turned toward Chen Xin, whose face was still somewhat pale. Her little brows knitted tightly, and she spoke with a child's earnest seriousness:
"But why would you bleed from sparring? If you're bleeding, you're hurt! And Grandpa Sword couldn't even stand steady just now. He was obviously hurt in the fight!"
The child's words were blunt and piercing, making the atmosphere in the square turn delicate once again.
The disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect held their breath, afraid that this innocent accusation might anger Qian Daoliu. Yet seeing Ning Rongrong's reddened eyes and stubborn expression, they could not help feeling tenderness toward her.
Just then, Qian Renxue stepped out of the crowd and