The current sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Sword Douluo Chen Xin both nodded slightly at him, and the sect master added softly.
"Take your seat. Everyone's waiting for you."
"Mm..." The young man nodded, then sat down at a small table beside the current sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Zhao Ling had also witnessed that exchange and could not help giving the young man a curious glance.
So this young man was Ning Fengzhi? Hmm, he certainly was good-looking, even better-looking than his father.
No wonder his daughter Ning Rongrong was so beautiful. With such a handsome father, how could his daughter be anything less?
But Zhao Ling soon withdrew his gaze, picked up a piece of pork hock with his chopsticks, and began feasting.
Ning Fengzhi seemed to notice something amiss. He looked around Xuanhe Hall before asking the current sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect tentatively.
"Father, where's Uncle Gu? Why didn't he attend the banquet?"
"Your Uncle Gu was injured. He's resting in a side hall now."
Without even raising his head, the current sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect explained what had happened to Ning Fengzhi.
When Ning Fengzhi heard that Zhao Ling had sent Bone Douluo flying with his bare hands, without even using his Martial Soul, embedding his entire body more than three inches into a wall, he was dumbstruck.
He had always had great confidence in Bone Douluo. After all, Bone Douluo was one of the few Titled Douluo experts he currently had access to.
Yet such a powerful Uncle Gu had been sent flying by this freak's single punch, without the man even using his Martial Soul.
Heavens, Ning Fengzhi felt that either something was wrong with