The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The Meeting Hall.
Yu Yuanzhen walked in with two experts from his clan and a middle-aged man shrouded entirely in a black robe.
"Clan Chief Yu, it's been a long time!"
Ning Fengzhi exchanged pleasantries with him.
His gaze silently swept over the black-robed man.
Likewise.
Ning Xuan and Chen Xin, seated on the sofa, also cast seemingly casual glances at the black-robed man, an inexplicable sense of familiarity rising in their hearts.
But for the moment, neither could recall his identity.
Once the pleasantries were over, Yu Yuanzhen finally spoke with a bitter smile.
"Sect Master Ning, I am truly sorry. Regarding the marriage between our two families, I, Yu Yuanzhen, have wronged your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
He adopted such a humble stance that Ning Fengzhi could hardly reproach him further and could only shake his head with a smile.
"Well, at least no harm was done."
"On this trip."
Yu Yuanzhen stood up and said,
"I have also brought back the betrothal gifts that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect sent to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan a while ago, to return them to you, Sect Master Ning."
"They are all outside the castle. Twenty full cartloads."
Ning Fengzhi nodded expressionlessly.
Ning Xuan, however, could not help frowning, sensing that something was not quite right.
Since Ning Rongrong had already gone to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Yu Yuanzhen must have learned of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's plans, so why was he still willing to return the betrothal gifts?
After all, once Grandpa Bone actually forced his way into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the two clans would effectively have torn away all pretense of civility.
Could Yu Yuanzhen still not know?
Had Ning Rongrong