Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup, gave his daughter a helpless look, and tried earnestly to persuade her:
"Rongrong, this is the Five-Academy Exchange Tournament. Geniuses from all five top academies will be taking part."
"What's wrong with bringing you here to watch and broaden your horizons?"
Seeing how impervious his daughter was to persuasion, he could not help sighing inwardly. Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu have really spoiled this daughter of mine beyond all bounds.
Yet he could not say anything too harsh, because he could distinctly sense a sharp sword intent accompanying the carriage outside.
If he dared raise his voice at Ning Rongrong even once, Uncle Jian's Seven Kill Sword would probably shear the roof off the carriage the very next second.
Ning Rongrong curled her lips, idly playing with a lock of long hair hanging over her chest.
"Broaden what horizons? I've already seen those people from Heaven Dou Imperial Academy."
She counted them off on her fingers:
"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, Yu Tianheng; Jade Phosphorous Serpent, Dugu Yan; the Black Tortoise brothers, Shi Mo and Shi Mo; Wind Chime Bird, Yu Feng; Nine Heart Begonia, Ye Lingling; Ghost Leopard, Osler."
She spread her hands, looking utterly indifferent.
"That's all of them. There's nothing particularly special about them."
Ning Fengzhi chuckled despite himself.
He knew his daughter had her eyes set above her head. After all, as one of the Upper Three Sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had indeed seen no shortage of geniuses.
But things were a little different this time.
"Rongrong, your information is outdated. You've missed someone."
Ning Fengzhi spoke mildly.
Ning Rongrong tilted her head.
"Who did I miss? Aren't there only seven people in the Imperial Fighting Team First Squad? I counted them all."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head.