"Pfft!"
Ning Bei, who had still been looking smug a moment ago, nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. His steps even staggered, and he almost fell to the floor.
"Is that what I meant?"
Then he shot Gu Rong a resentful glare. What on earth was wrong with this old geezer's thought process?
Gu Rong chuckled awkwardly, somewhat embarrassed as he returned to stand in front of Ning Bei.
"You didn't explain it clearly either, did you? That Little Fox Saintess really is pretty good too. Bei Er, nicely done!"
Having made a new guess, Gu Rong's lips curved with delight, and he even slung an arm over Ning Bei's shoulder while giving him a thumbs-up.
"Bei Er, why didn't you discuss this matter with your father first?"
Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin looked at Ning Bei with strange expressions again, clearly also feeling that this explanation was more reasonable.
Seeing that the three of them were showing signs of going down the wrong path and never coming back, Ning Bei irritably slapped Gu Rong's hand away.
"Father, Grandfathers, I don't know that little fox, and I wasn't talking about that master-disciple pair either. In a while, I'll bring your daughter-in-law back for you to have a look, and then you'll understand."
"For now, the three of you shouldn't make wild guesses. In any case, Spirit Hall definitely won't become an enemy."
Hearing this, Gu Rong scratched his head awkwardly. Had he guessed wrong again?
What answered him was Ning Bei's eye roll, along with an expression that said he could figure it out himself.
After pondering for a moment, Ning Fengzhi, though still doubtful inside, did not dig to the bottom of the matter regarding Spirit Hall. He believed Ning Bei had his own considerations.
Instead, he