The person who arrived was none other than the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School—Ning Fengzhi.
After two days and one night without a wink of sleep, the once–elegant Sect Master now looked completely ruined.
His hair ornament was gone.
His long hair was a tangled mess, covered in dew and crushed grass.
His refined face was pale, bloodshot, and marked only by exhaustion—and the fear of his Sect's impending doom.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo followed behind him like two condemned prisoners walking toward the execution grounds. Their faces were equally ashen.
As soon as the shop doors opened, a faint smell of dried blood mixed with earth wafted into the fragrant breakfast hall.
Bibi Dong paused mid-bite, amusement flashing through her beautiful eyes.
Qian Daoliu and the Hall of Worship old men perked up immediately, silently adjusting their seats and teacups for optimal drama-watching.
Their gazes swept past Ning Fengzhi—
—and locked onto what Bone Douluo was dragging.
It was a young man.
Face swollen, blood-covered, barely recognizable.
His right arm severed at the root.
Dragged across the floor like a dead dog, drifting in and out of consciousness.
Zhu Zhuqing, who had been quietly eating in the corner, froze for half a second.
That figure looked… somewhat familiar?
But she quickly lowered her eyes and resumed eating.
Here, she was a small employee.
If the sky fell, her senior would hold it up.
Ning Fengzhi stopped in the middle of the hall.
He didn't look at anyone else—
His eyes were fixed solely on the man reclining behind the counter.
"Senior."
His voice was hoarse.
"This Ning… has brought his sinful daughter to apologize."
As his words fell—
Sword Douluo stepped forward and pushed Ning Rongrong in the back.
She stumbled, falling squarely into the center of everyone's gaze.
Instantly—
More than a dozen pairs of eyes landed on her.
Cold.
Sharp.
Judgmental.
Even containing killing intent.
They were not simply looking at her.
They were closing in, like mountains collapsing.
The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had never experienced this in her life.
She felt like a lamb thrown into the center of a starving wolf pack.
Her legs trembled violently.
Her mind turned blank from fear.
She instinctively reached out for her most familiar, warmest support.
"Daddy… I'm scared…"
Her voice trembled, as thin as a mosquito's hum.
But what greeted her
was no longer gentle protection.
"Rebellious daughter!!!"
Ning Fengzhi roared.
"Why are you still not kneeling before Senior!?"
Before she could react, Ning Fengzhi kicked heavily behind her knees.
"Ah!"
Her legs gave out.
She fell hard onto the cold floor.
THUD!
The sound echoed throughout the hall.
And that was only the beginning.
The moment she knelt—
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo—
three peak experts of the continent—
also knelt simultaneously.
Their knees, which didn't even bow before an Emperor, now hit the floor without hesitation.
Their proud heads were pressed low, humble like dust.
Bone Douluo didn't forget the unconscious Dai Mubai either.
He grabbed the boy's hair and—
BANG!
Slammed his forehead onto the floor.
A small pool of fresh blood bloomed instantly.
Then—
Ning Fengzhi spoke in a trembling voice, barely holding himself together.
"This Ning… fully understands the sect's great sins."
"The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School—
all five thousand three hundred and ninety-two lives—
are at Senior's disposal."
He dared not beg.
Because even one misplaced plea might bring total annihilation.
Ning Rongrong knelt in shock.
The pain in her knees was nothing compared to the bone-deep terror crushing her heart.
Her father's trembling.
Her two grandpas kneeling like broken statues.
The cold gazes surrounding her, as if she were already deceased.
Only now—
she understood.
What she had caused…
was enough to destroy an entire sect.
Her ignorance.
Her arrogance.
Her childish temper—
Had pushed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to the edge of a bottomless abyss.
Fear surged.
Regret drowned her.
And then…
Something else rose within her.
Not courage.
But the last shred of responsibility
a sinner possesses when standing at the cliff of doom.
She looked at the kneeling backs of her father and grandpas—
Tears streamed down uncontrollably.
Her small body trembled violently.
But—
She straightened her spine.
The spoiled, willful princess died in that moment.
She lifted her head toward the silent figure in the rocking chair.
"One person's actions… are borne by that person alone…"
Her voice trembled, tears blurring her vision—
yet an unyielding firmness emerged.
"It was I, Ning Rongrong, who spoke disrespectfully to you."
"I accept any punishment."
"Please… don't hurt my family."
After speaking—
She imitated her father and
smashed her forehead hard onto the floor.
THUD!
"Even… even if it costs my life!"
Behind her—
Ning Fengzhi trembled fiercely.
His little princess…
had finally grown up.
But only on the day
she might die.
His eyes burned.
But he bit his tongue until it bled—
Here,
he had no right to cry.
Lin Feng, watching the group kneeling and shivering, whistled internally.
Dog system, you see this?
The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is offering their lives. Is that enough to cool your temper?
The system's smug, lazy voice rang out.
"Humph! How could this system's magnanimity be affected by such trivial matters?"
"…But."
"Since the little girl kowtowed loudly, this system shall graciously spare her."
Lin Feng rolled his eyes.
You?
Magnanimous?
If you had magnanimity, would I be needed as your anger-venting tool?
The hall fell into suffocating silence.
Everyone—
from Ning Fengzhi and the two Douluo,
to the Spirit Hall Titled Douluo—
held their breath.
Senior's gaze swept across them—
Casual.
Light.
Yet as heavy as a mountain.
Their lives.
Their sect.
Their fate.
All rested on the whim of the man in that rocking chair.
Then—
In the deadly silence—
A soft chuckle suddenly rose.
Light.
Careless.
As if something amusing had appeared before him.
This tiny laugh—
was more terrifying than any roar.
Ning Fengzhi's heart collapsed to dust.
It's over…
Everything is over…
But—
Instead of a verdict of death,
the lazy, amused voice sounded:
"I say…"
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