At the entrance to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi looked utterly dejected. She had run off, and he had failed to catch up at all. Once again, he had fallen out with his little princess.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, on the other hand, was all smiles, because he was carrying Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing on his martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword.
The three flew a thousand meters above the ground. Protected by Sword Douluo Chen Xin's immense soul power, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong felt no danger.
"Rongrong, are you really not going back? Your father still loves you very much." Sword Douluo finally asked the question on his mind.
"Waaah... Sword Grandpa, you heard him too! Dad only has those two aunties in his heart. He's completely forgotten Mom!"
Ning Rongrong finally could not hold it in anymore. She threw her arms around Sword Douluo Chen Xin from behind, tears streaming down her face.
Sword Douluo rolled up his sleeves and cursed angrily, "That bastard! I'll teach him a lesson when I get back. Just to make the sect flourish, he's even neglecting such an adorable daughter!"
Ning Rongrong cried even harder. "Sword Grandpa, don't hit Dad. Maybe Mom's just been gone too long. Honestly, even I'm almost forgetting what she looked like. Waaah..."
Sword Douluo felt miserable all over, because, damn it, he missed his mother too. He really was having trouble remembering her face.
Zhu Zhuqing felt as though something had lodged in her throat as well. In her previous life, she had been an orphan, with only her older sister to depend on.
In this life, she had parents, but...
"Grow stronger, Rongrong. As long as you become a god-level expert, you'll have a chance to resurrect your family."
"Really?" Ning