Chapter 411 Heading to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Thus, although Flander felt heartbroken about the cost of herbs and food each time, he could only let it go.
Therefore, Xiao Bai enjoyed a carefree and happy life, and afterwards, he became like this. Furthermore, due to absorbing herbs to aid his cultivation, and with the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum stabilizing his foundation, his cultivation level had now reached the ten-thousand-year level.
"So that's how it is."
After learning about Xiao Bai's deeds at the academy through the Fire Dragon King's translation, Xuan Mo shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, but he wouldn't change his mind.
After all, he had promised Bai Jun to take care of Xiao Bai. So, he had now fulfilled his promise.
Immediately afterward, Xuan Mo patted Xiao Bai's head, went into his dormitory to take a shower, and then carefully dressed himself.
When he finished, the sun was already nearing the western mountains, and the crimson sunset had already covered half the sky.
Looking at the horizon, Xuan Mo's lips curled up, and then he hurried towards the distance, "Rongrong, I'm back. Wait for me..."
The castle of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
A beautifully dressed, long-haired woman sat gracefully by the window, the stunning sunset reflected on her face. However, her eyes were slightly red, adding a touch of sadness. Lost in thought, a gentle, refined voice suddenly sounded behind her, "My lovely little princess, what are you thinking about?"
Turning around, she saw Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi, who had just spoken. The long-haired woman was Ning Rongrong, one of the Shrek Eight Monsters and the announced successor to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
"Dad, Grandpa Jian." Ning Rongrong slowly stood up, wiping her slightly red eyes before forcing a smile.
"Hmph! Rongrong, you're still thinking about that brat!" Chen Xin felt a pang of discomfort seeing his beloved Ning Rongrong like this every day for the past five years, neglecting her food and drink. Therefore, he was even more furious with Xuan Mo.
"Grandpa Jian, if you keep saying that, I won't talk to you anymore." Ning Rongrong's face darkened upon hearing Chen Xin's words, but she quickly retorted.
Seeing Ning Rongrong's somewhat angry expression, Chen Xin remained silent. After all, he preferred to avoid saying things that made Ning Rongrong uncomfortable in front of her, lest he cause her unhappiness.
Otherwise, this grown-up little princess would cling to him and refuse to let go. That would give him a real headache.
"Rongrong." Just then, Ning Fengzhi suddenly spoke up, "You haven't finished your sect affairs today. It's quite complicated, so you should go and handle it first."
"Okay, Dad." Ning Rongrong composed herself, glared at Chen Xin with a pout, then stretched out her gorgeous long dress and walked in another direction...
"Sigh! Fengzhi, Rongrong, she..." Chen Xin sighed with heartache as he saw Ning Rongrong's back.
"Uncle Jian, this is Rongrong's own choice." Ning Fengzhi fumbled with his hands, "And I must say, that Xuanmo kid is excellent for both the sect and Rongrong."
"Hmph! But he made Rongrong wait for five whole years." A hint of resentment towards Xuanmo flashed in Chen Xin's eyes, but more than that, he felt heartache for his little princess.
"Uncle Jian..." Just as Ning Fengzhi was about to say something to persuade her, a sect disciple suddenly came to report.
"Report! Sect Master, Elder Jian!" Just as the sect disciple knelt, Ning Fengzhi raised his right hand and asked, "Let's skip the formalities for now. Tell me what happened?"
"Sect Master, a young man outside came to see you and Miss with a token, so I came to report." He handed Ning Fengzhi the token engraved with the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.
"Young man, token." Ning Fengzhi murmured, and the moment he received the token, his eyes widened slightly.
At that moment, he felt a gust of wind sweep past him. Jian Daochenxin's figure had vanished. Before the wide-open door, a chilling sword aura lingered, making the sect disciple tremble with fear.
And then Chen Xin's emotionless voice came from outside the door, "Feng Zhi, I'll go see that kid first!"
"Sigh." Ning Feng Zhi couldn't help but sigh, then looked at the sect disciple beside him and said, "After an incense stick's time, go find Miss and tell her about this."
"Yes." As soon as the sect disciple finished speaking, Ning Feng Zhi had already walked towards the outside of the sect, because he knew that Uncle Jian would never let Xuan Mo in so easily.
At the same time, outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Brother, can I go in or not?"
Xuan Mo paced back and forth outside the sect, then looked up at the gradually darkening sky, and turned back to ask the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple guarding the gate.
"Sorry, you need to get instructions from the sect master or elders."
"Sigh." Just as Xuan Mo sighed, a voice suddenly came from afar, "It really is you, kid!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Xuan Mo looked up. In mid-air, Chen Xin stood atop the Seven Kill Sword, his face indifferent.
"Greetings, Elder Sword." The moment he saw Chen Xin, the sect disciple guarding the gate immediately knelt on one knee, his face respectful. Xuan Mo also stood with his hands clasped, his expression instantly changing as he respectfully said, "Senior Sword Douluo."
"Hmph! You brat, you know how to come back!" Chen Xin ignored the sect disciple guarding the gate, instead fixing his gaze on Xuan Mo. With a cold snort, Xuan Mo felt a surge of soul power strike his heart like a giant hammer.
But Xuan Mo was speechless. He knew perfectly well that Chen Xin's current attitude was simply a way of blaming him because of Ning Rongrong.
And this was indeed his fault.
However, facing the still-angry Chen Xin, Xuan Mo still respectfully said, "Senior Sword, I've come to see Rongrong."
But Chen Xin's expression remained unchanged, showing no kindness to Xuan Mo. "You brat, you want to see Rongrong!" With that, he gathered soul power at two fingers of his right hand and swung it towards Xuan Mo.
The next second, a strand of hair drifted down from beside Xuan Mo's ear. Even so, he remained unfazed and said, "I wonder what Senior Sword will require to allow me to see Rongrong?"
"Hmph! What is it?"
A fleeting, almost imperceptible hint of appreciation flashed in Chen Xin's indifferent and angry eyes, before he slowly landed with a cold snort.
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