At this point, the middle-aged man belatedly slapped his forehead and laughed. "I forgot to introduce myself first. I'm Ning Tian's father, Ning Junping. You can call me Sect Master Ning. Of course, I'd be even happier if you were willing to call me Uncle Ning."
"As for this gentleman beside you, he's one of the only two Titled Douluos currently at our Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's headquarters, Wu Fentian. He's Wu Feng's father, a rank ninety-one Power Attack System Titled Douluo, titled Red Demon."
Wu Feng's father, a rank ninety-one Power Attack System Titled Douluo? Red Demon Douluo?
Chen Ping's heart gave a slight jolt. Although Wu Feng's father looked a dozen or so years older than Sect Master Ning Junping before him, he was sixty at most. He was already a rank ninety-one Power Attack System Titled Douluo?
Such talent for cultivation was probably not the slightest bit inferior to that of Bone Douluo Gu Rong from ten thousand years ago, was it?
"Hello, Uncle Ning. Hello, Uncle Wu."
Chen Ping rose to greet the two of them, but to his surprise, Wu Fentian stood straight up from his chair, strode over, and supported his upper body, stopping him from bowing any farther.
"Hahaha, why stand on ceremony? Sit, sit, sit. Don't feel constrained here in the sect. Just make yourself at home."
Wu Fentian laughed heartily. "You've got a decent eye for these things, kid. If you'd come out calling us Sect Master Ning and Your Eminence Red Demon at every turn, Junping and I would've had to put you through your paces today. But since you've called us uncle, we'll dispense with all that."
As he spoke, Wu Fentian pressed Chen Ping back into his chair. Faced with such an enthusiastic response, Chen Ping could