Tang Tian spread his hands innocently. "I don't know either."
He patted Xiao Wu's head.
"Watch the matches. I'll be back in a little while."
With that, he headed toward the VIP box.
The VIP box occupied the best viewing spot directly north of the Martial Arts Arena, offering an excellent view and elegant surroundings.
Tang Tian pushed the door open, and a faint fragrance of tea greeted him.
The box was furnished with exquisite care, with soft beast-hide carpets, several comfortable upholstered chairs, and fruit, pastries, and a steaming pot of fragrant tea on the table.
Qian Renxue sat in the main seat, looking as gentle and polished as jade as ever, her signature warm smile on her face.
Beside her sat Ning Fengzhi, refined and elegant, leisurely sipping from a teacup.
Next to Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong leaned over the railing, gazing down at the Martial Arts Arena in utter boredom.
Hearing the door, she glanced back, then froze.
Tang Tian?
Why was he here?
Ning Rongrong hurriedly averted her gaze, pretending to look elsewhere.
Qian Renxue rose and said with a smile,
"Tang Tian, you're here? Please, sit."
"This is my master, Ning Fengzhi, sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects!"
Tang Tian nodded and sat down beside Qian Renxue.
Ning Fengzhi looked at him, a flicker of admiration crossing his eyes.
"Tang Tian, I watched all your matches yesterday. You fought very well."
"You're too kind, Sect Master Ning," Tang Tian replied modestly.
Ning Fengzhi smiled without saying anything more.
But his gaze lingered on Tang Tian for a moment.
This young man truly was no ordinary person.
Listening beside them, Ning Rongrong pursed her little lips.
Why was Father praising him?
*Hadn't he just won a