As the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi was certainly not as harmless as he appeared on the surface.
If he truly were a philanthropist through and through, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would never have passed into his hands. Even if it had, it would have gradually fallen apart.
So Ning Fengzhi inevitably had a bloody, dark side as well. When faced with someone who might threaten the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's position, if he could not recruit them, he could only snuff them out.
In the original timeline, by the time Oscar began to distinguish himself, he and Ning Rongrong had more or less fallen for each other. Moreover, the Shrek Seven Devils were branches of the same tree, bound together as one. Even if Ning Fengzhi wanted to act against him, he had no way to do so.
But things were different now. Ning Rongrong's dream had laid Oscar's entire future bare. Ning Fengzhi had no choice but to deal with him.
Still young, Ning Rongrong could only nod in half-understanding before joining this "three generations" chat room and making small talk with them.
The only difference was that Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin drank wine, while Ning Rongrong could still only drink tea.
Their conversation was pleasant, but time passed quickly too. Gradually, night fell, and the moon looked so beautiful and sacred against the darkness.
Beneath the night sky, an old man with a gaunt face and a jutting skeletal frame hurried along with an unconscious boy of eleven or twelve tucked under his arm, leaving long afterimages in his wake.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect lay just ahead, but rather than slowing down, he accelerated and flew toward it, grumbling, "Who would've thought this brat's sausages