Ning Rongrong was left speechless by Tang Tian's casual remark: "Would being afraid help?"
She opened her mouth, wanting to argue, only to realize that her question really had been stupid.
The young man before her had dared to slap even Spirit Hall's core Golden Generation in the face.
He had even dared to throw out a Platinum Bishop whose power reached the heavens.
How could he possibly be afraid?
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum:
"I used to think there was nothing special about you."
Tang Tian raised an eyebrow, his tone level. "And now?"
Ning Rongrong bit down hard on her lower lip. Her voice grew even quieter, and even her fair neck flushed pink:
"Now... I think you really are amazing."
Getting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Little Demoness, who had always held her nose in the air, to bow her head and admit defeat was no easy feat.
Watching her awkward manner, Tang Tian suddenly chuckled:
"Miss Ning, did you come all this way today just to tell me that?"
Ning Rongrong's cheeks instantly turned scarlet. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she jerked her head up, turned her face away, and loudly denied it:
"Of course not! I came on my daddy's behalf!"
As she spoke, she hastily pulled an ornate, gold-embossed invitation from inside her clothes and slapped it onto the stone table.
"Daddy wants to invite you to become a guest elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, with generous compensation!"
Tang Tian merely glanced at the exquisitely crafted invitation, showing no interest in even picking it up.
Ning Rongrong watched him, eagerly awaiting his answer.
"Please thank Sect Master Ning for his kindness."
Tang Tian shook his head. "But there's no need for the