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Outside the door, Ning Fengzhi stood in the corridor, listening to the noise coming from inside, he sighed helplessly and stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows.

Next to her, Chen Xin stood with her arms crossed, her sword leaning on her shoulder, her brows slightly furrowed, and she stood at Ning Rongrong's door for almost half an hour.

"Fengzhi, you really don't need to persuade her? If this continues, that girl will really get hungry and go into trouble."

"No need." Ning Fengzhi shook his head and looked across the palaces to the mountain gate in the distance.

"I know this girl Rongrong can't stand it when she's hungry. She knows how to eat by herself. It'll be fine after she's been struggling for a few days and her anger has passed."

Chen Xin was silent for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the lines on the sword hilt.

"Fengzhi, I know you are thinking about the sect." He finally spoke, with a hint of unnoticeable worry in his voice.

"But just to win over one person, is it really worth spending the rest of Rongrong's life?"

Ning Fengzhi withdrew his gaze and looked at the old swordsman who had followed him for decades.For the first time, unquestionable determination appeared on his gentle face.

"It's worth it." His voice was soft but strong.

"As Rongrong's father, how could I harm her?"

After a pause, he looked into the distance again, the setting sun casting a golden halo in his eyes.

"Uncle Jian, to tell you the truth, with that kid's talent and our full support, he may become a titled Douluo in less than ten years."

"Now that the Wuhun Palace is gaining momentum, our Qibao Glazed Sect may appear to be prosperous, but in reality our talents are withering and our successors are weak."

Ning Fengzhi's voice was a little heavy.

"For a titled Douluo in his thirties, if he fully matures, even if Tang Chen returns, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will not be afraid. I don't think I need to say more about how much he means to the sect."

Chen Xin's lips moved, but in the end he said nothing more.

"I know you feel sorry for Rongrong." Ning Fengzhi suddenly spoke, his tone a little softer, and even a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"But that girl's eyes are higher than her head, and most people don't look down on her. It's just that she has been spoiled by you since she was a child, and she has a little temper. When she really sees that boy, she will understand my good intentions. Perhaps, it is not impossible for her to rush to marry him."

As he said this, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Hey, he said it was for the sake of the sect, but actually, it was for this girl that he risked his life.

Chen Xin looked at the meaningful smile on Ning Fengzhi's face, and suddenly felt that his sect leader seemed to be planning more than just recruiting talents.

"Okay." He sighed, the sword trembled slightly and made a soft sound.

"If you can admire him so much, that boy shouldn't be much different. When someone comes over, I will test his quality. If his character is not good, no matter what, I will not let Rongrong marry such a person."

Ning Fengzhi just smiled, and his eyes returned to the avenue extending into the distance.

As the sun sets, golden light covers the entire mountain road.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the person who can change the future of Qibao Glazed Sect.

Three days later.

Ning Rongrong had locked herself in the room for four full days.

The snacks on the table changed batch after batch, from the exquisite osmanthus cake to her favorite hibiscus cake, she didn't even touch it.

The hot tea brought in by the maids was cooled and hot, hot and cold, and finally all was brought out intact.

"Miss, just eat something, you will collapse if you continue like this." The maid stood at the door, with a crying sound in her voice and her eyes were red.

"I won't eat!" Ning Rongrong's voice came out from inside, with a bit of anger and stubbornness, but the voice was obviously much weaker than a few days ago.

"Unless dad cancels the engagement, I would rather starve to death here!"

The maid wanted to say something else, but there was another sound of smashing inside.

She sighed, holding the cold dessert plate, and retreated silently.

The room was in a mess.

A little girl was sitting in the corner of the bed, holding her knees with her hands, her cheeks bulging and her eyes red, as if she had just cried.There was no color on her delicate little face, and her lips were a little dry.

She hasn't left the house for several days.

During this time, my father never came once.

Not to mention persuading, I didn’t even ask.

It was as if her daughter's hunger strike had nothing to do with him.

"Gu——"

My stomach growled at an inappropriate time.

Ning Rongrong's face fell, and she reached out to rub her growling stomach.In the past few days, I have almost finished the snacks hidden under the bed. If my father doesn't come, I will really starve to death...

"Asshole dad!" Ning Rongrong bit her lips, tears welling up in her eyes, "Do you really not care about me?"

"But I really don't want to marry an old man!"

Ning Rongrong felt aggrieved at the thought of spending her whole life with a person who was ten years older than herself and whom she had never met before.

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