Bai Baoshan looked Ning Rongrong up and down for a moment, then frowned. "Rongrong, why are you mixed up with them? Could it be...?"
"I'm actually a student at this academy. What happened at the Suotuo City Soul Fighting Arena was indeed our fault. Let me apologize to you on their behalf."
"Could you please let this matter go for my father's sake?"
Ning Rongrong spoke with an apologetic expression.
"Rongrong, Xiao Yan is your senior sister, after all. It's not that I refuse to give Sect Master Ning face, but that Tang San refuses to give your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect face."
Bai Baoshan said.
"Then I'll have Tang San apologize to you. Would that be acceptable?"
Bai Baoshan offered no answer. He merely snorted and turned away.
Still, not refusing was effectively agreeing.
Seeing this, Ning Rongrong whispered into Tang San's ear, "Third Brother, I know you're hurting because Xiao Wu was injured."
"But whoever does the deed must bear the consequences. You started this, so you should be the one to settle it."
Tang San's expression was utterly grim. He now faced exactly the same dilemma Yu Xiaogang had once faced.
Which mattered more, his dignity or his life?
Even Ning Rongrong had stepped forward to mediate. If he still dared to stubbornly refuse, he would offend both sides and probably die on the spot.
But if he went up and apologized, what would his promise to Xiao Wu amount to?
Thud, thud, thud!
"I'm sorry. It was all because of me. If it weren't for me, my Third Brother wouldn't have lost his composure. We were wrong. Please forgive us."
While Tang San was still torn by an inner battle, Xiao Wu's voice reached his ears.
He turned to look and saw that Xiao Wu