"Grandpa Bone!!"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong heard her from nearby.
He split the space before him in a bizarre fashion and traveled to Ning Rongrong's side. Though worried, he still wore that rather playful smile.
"Rongrong?"
"What did you call Grandpa Bone for?"
"Was it the herb that boy gave you..."
Gu Rong's voice cut off abruptly.
His gaze locked onto the glazed pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand.
His already small eyes almost pressed right up against it.
As a Sect-Protector Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect,
he could hardly have been more familiar with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul. He spotted something unusual about the pagoda almost at a glance, unable to shift his gaze even half an inch, and began counting its tiers just as Ning Rongrong had earlier.
When he silently counted the ninth tier,
his reaction was practically a copy of Ning Rongrong's.
"Th-this, this!"
"A nine-tiered glazed pagoda!?"
"Absorbing that herb caused this?!"
Gu Rong could barely keep his words straight.
Looking at the pagoda, he was so delighted that he almost swept Ning Rongrong into his arms. Only her current age kept him from treating his granddaughter that way anymore, but he made no attempt to hide the joy on his face.
"Yes!"
"Grandpa Bone!"
"Tell me, did Rongrong choose the wrong person?"
Ning Rongrong wore a smug expression.
The inferiority she had felt over her earlier mistake vanished with the appearance of this pagoda. It swept the gloom from her heart, restoring her little-girl demeanor.
Lively, quirky, and a little clever.
"Not at all, not at all."
"Grandpa Bone never once thought our Rongrong had chosen the wrong husband."
"The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. This is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"
Gu Rong swiped his fingertip.