The bedchamber instantly sank into an utterly deathly silence.
Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong exchanged looks, towering waves of shock surging within them.
They had never imagined that the spoiled, willful Little Demoness they had cherished in their palms since childhood could say something that showed such awareness of the bigger picture and such a sense of crisis!
Ning Rongrong suddenly raised her head, an intensely fervent light flashing in her eyes:
"But Tang Tian did it! Not only did he refuse to back down, he defeated the Golden Generation before the entire continent with an utterly domineering display!"
"That made me understand something. True respect and a sense of security aren't gained through a sect's backing. They're won through absolute strength!"
"If I'm going to become the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's successor, my current perspective and temperament aren't remotely good enough. I want to learn how to be strong from him!"
Ning Rongrong spoke with the finality of a blade cleaving iron, leaving no room for compromise.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong opened his mouth. He had prepared a bellyful of arguments to dissuade her, but now he could not utter a single one.
He turned toward his old companion Chen Xin and murmured in a lowered voice:
"You old bastard... our Rongrong really has grown up..."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin said nothing. He merely nodded with immense gratification, the biting sword intent around him withdrawing completely and giving way to a long sigh.
Ning Fengzhi drew a deep breath, suppressing the wild joy and shock in his heart. He walked over to Ning Rongrong, stroked her hair, and said earnestly:
"All right. Since you've come to this realization, Daddy supports you. But people in the outside world have treacherous hearts. Although Tang Tian is talented, his