Chapter 150 Ning Rongrong: It seems like Grandpa Bone has had an accident...
Inside the hall, Ning Fengzhi was discussing matters with Chen Xin. When they saw Ning Rongrong rush in alone, looking haggard, they were both taken aback.
Chen Xin stepped forward, took Ning Rongrong’s hand, and asked with concern ,"Rongrong? Why did you come back by yourself? Where’s the old man?"
He paused, then gave a soft snort, his tone tinged with teasing :"I knew that old man was unreliable! Let him take you out for a walk, look what he’s done to you! You’ve lost so much weight!"
Ning Rongrong looked up at Chen Xin’s familiar face and his gentle smile, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly.
"Grandpa Sword..."
Her voice trembled, choked with sobs :"I... I think I’ve messed up..."
Chen Xin was taken aback, then chuckled :"Cause trouble? What trouble could you possibly cause?"
He patted Ning Rongrong on the shoulder and said nonchalantly ,"With Grandpa here, these are all minor matters! Tell me, what trouble did you get into?"
Ning Fengzhi, standing to the side , sensed something was wrong. He put down his teacup, frowned, and asked ,"Rongrong, what have you done now?"
Ning Rongrong didn’t answer, but instead asked ,"Grandpa Sword... Dad... Grandpa Bone... did he come back?"
The words fell.
Inside the main hall, the air seemed to freeze.
Ning Fengzhi’s hand froze in mid-air.
Chen Xin’s smile slowly faded.
Sense of foreboding simultaneously surfaced in their pupils.
Ning Rongrong’s voice followed, like the last straw that broke the camel’s back :"Grandpa Bone... seems to have had an accident..."
The attendants in the main hall exclaimed ,"!!!"
Ning Fengzhi , "!!! "
Dustful Heart ,"!!!"
Ning Fengzhi’s hand fell to the ground and shattered.
He jumped to his feet, not even bothering to grab his cane, and rushed to Ning Rongrong, grabbing her shoulders with both hands, his knuckles white from the force :"Rongrong! What happened?! Quickly! Tell me everything!"
Even the usually composed Chen Xin looked solemn at this moment, staring intently at Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong was startled by her father ’s reaction. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed as she recounted what had happened :"It’s... it’s like this... Aba aba... Aba aba..."
She sobbed uncontrollably :"I... I thought Grandpa Bone would be back soon... I thought he was so strong, he’d be fine... but... but he really didn’t come back... Waaah..."
Ning Fengzhi released his grip on Ning Rongrong’s hand.
He took a step back, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
"So that means..."
His voice was hoarse , each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth :"The power behind that blonde woman also has Title Douluos?"
"Moreover, they are at least Super Douluo of level 95 or above..."
"Otherwise, it would have been impossible to keep Uncle Bone..."
He murmured, his voice growing softer and softer until it was almost inaudible :"No... no... Uncle Bone might just be seriously injured... and won’t be able to come back for now... that must be it... that must be it..."
Even he himself didn’t believe this claim.
Level 95 Title Douluo, with the Bone Dragon Martial Soul and spatial attributes.
Even if he is only injured and barely clings to life, he can use his spatial abilities to escape back.
unless ...
He didn’t even have a chance to escape.
Seeing her father’s distraught appearance, Ning Rongrong felt a surge of immense fear.
"dad ..."
Ning Rongrong called out cautiously.
Ning Fengzhi suddenly looked up!
Ning Rongrong, his eyes bloodshot , his whole being like a volcano about to erupt!
"You unfilial daughter —!!!"
He roared, his voice shaking the entire palace!
"For you! My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is about to lose a towering white jade pillar!!"
"Someone come here!"
He shouted fiercely towards the outside of the hall :"Give me this rebellious daughter..."
"Fengzhi!"
Chen Xin abruptly interrupted him, taking a step forward to stand in front of Ning Rongrong and shielding her behind him.
He pressed down on Ning Fengzhi’s shoulder and said in a deep voice ,"Calm down! How can you blame Rongrong for this?"
Ning Fengzhi’s chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, staring intently at Ning Rongrong behind Chen Xin.
Ning Rongrong was terrified, her face was ashen, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
Chen Xin sighed, softening his tone :"There’s no definite news yet, so we can’t say for sure. Maybe the old man is just trapped somewhere and can’t come back for the time being?"
He turned to Ning Rongrong, his eyes gentle :"Rongrong, go back and rest first. It’s alright, Grandpa Sword is here."
Ning Rongrong felt as if she had been granted a pardon, nodded repeatedly, and turned to run away.
she ran out of the main hall , she heard her father’s deep, weary voice behind her :"You go back and stay put! Don’t you dare leave your room without my permission!"
She didn’t dare look back , ran all the way back to her small courtyard , slammed the door shut , slid down against the door and sat on the ground, tears silently streaming down her face.
...
Inside the main hall.
Chen Xin looked at Ning Fengzhi with a serious expression :"Alright, Fengzhi. This can’t be entirely Rongrong’s fault. We were just careless and didn’t gather enough information beforehand."
He patted Ning Fengzhi on the shoulder :"There ’s still no definite news about the old man. Let’s wait and see. Maybe he’ll come back on his own in a few days."
Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the rage in his eyes had subsided, replaced by a deep and solemn expression.
He grasped Chen Xin’s hand, his voice hoarse :"Uncle Sword..."
Chen Xin grasped his hand in return and said solemnly ,"Don’t worry. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect still has me."
Ning Fengzhi nodded, his voice strained :"Okay... Uncle Sword, go check on Rongrong first. This... can’t be entirely her fault."
Chen Xin hummed in agreement and turned to leave.
Only Ning Fengzhi remained.
He stood in the center of the empty hall, the grief and anger on his face gradually fading.
Instead, there was an almost cold calm.
Uncle Bone... he really won’t be coming back.
This thought was crystal clear in his mind.
Level 95 Title Douluo who had been missing for three days and three nights without a word.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect lost an arm.
But that ’s not the worst part.
The scariest thing is that they don’t even know who their enemy is.
Why did they try to kill Uncle Bone?
Is it simply protecting one’s own, or... is there another motive?
Questions swirled in my mind, but I couldn’t find the answers.
Ning Fengzhi remained silent for a long time.
Then, he spoke slowly, his voice so low it was almost inaudible :"Secret Guards."
Several figures silently emerged from the shadows.
They were four Soul Masters dressed in black robes, their auras barely perceptible. They knelt on one knee, heads bowed, and said ,"Master."
Ning Fengzhi did not turn around. His voice was calm and devoid of any emotion :"Execute all the servants in the main hall!"
The four guards responded in unison ,"Yes!"
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