Edmund pushed open the office door.
Inside the door, two people were sitting on the sofa in the reception area.
The man, dressed in fine clothes and possessing a gentle and refined demeanor, was Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The other person was tall and gaunt, with a bony, ancient appearance.
The two were holding teacups when they heard the noise. They put down their tea sets in unison and looked toward the door.
Dongfang Jing walked in, with Biji and Xue Di following on either side.
The previously relaxed atmosphere in the office suddenly became tense.
Dongfang Jing's gaze swept over Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, and he simply nodded.
"Sect Leader Ning, this must be Senior Bone Douluo. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Ning Fengzhi stood up, his face displaying just the right amount of gentleness.
"Nephew Jing, it's been several years, but you're still as charming as ever."
Ning Fengzhi's gaze swept over Dongfang Jing.
But his gaze quickly fell on Biji and Xue Di, his eyes revealing an undisguised solemnity.
"Yao'er is grateful for the care she receives from Sect Leader Ning while she is in the sect."
Dongfang Jing's tone was flat, revealing no emotion.
"Of course."
Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, adopting a humble posture.
"Yao'er is a talented child, and she and Rongrong are good sisters. We all like her. But you, my dear nephew, are truly remarkable for surviving Haotian Douluo and having such a fortunate turn of events."
Gu Rong also stood up.
His eyes darted back and forth between Bi Ji and Xue Di.
An aura of power belonging to a Title Douluo spread out silently.
However, Xue Di didn't even blink.
The oppressive aura vanished without a trace as soon as it approached within three feet of her, and the temperature in the office actually dropped several degrees.
Gu Rong's expression changed.
He felt that he was not testing a person, but an endless world of ice and snow.
"Why are Sect Master Ning and Senior Bone Douluo here?" Dongfang Jing asked directly.
Ning Fengzhi regained his composure, a hint of fatherly concern on his face.
"Sigh, all because of that girl Rongrong." Ning Fengzhi sighed.
"I heard from my subordinates that they are going to transfer to Purple Star Academy. As their father, I'm always worried. So I came here in advance to take care of everything for the children and avoid some unnecessary troubles."
These words explained the purpose of the visit while subtly doing someone a favor.
Ning Fengzhi's gaze returned to Biji and Xue Di, and he performed a standard aristocratic etiquette towards them.
"May I ask your honorable names and titles, seniors?"
Brigitte simply stood there, a faint smile on her lips, without saying a word.
Xue Di completely ignored him.
"This is the Jade Douluo."
Dongfang Jing answered for them, pointing to Biji.
"This is Snow Spirit Douluo."
The Eastern Mirror then pointed to the Snow Emperor.
Jade Douluo? Snow Spirit Douluo?
Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.
They all knew the titled Douluo who were famous on the mainland.
I've never heard of either of these titles.
This can only mean that the other party is a reclusive master outside their intelligence network.
Thinking of the message brought back by the guards that Tang Hao had his arm easily severed, Ning Fengzhi's apprehension grew even stronger.
He didn't press further, but instead steered the conversation back to Dongfang Jing, his tone slightly probing.
"I wonder if Nephew Jing brought Yao'er and Rongrong to Heaven Dou City this time to join the academy and participate in the Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies?"
"I guess so."
Dongfang Jing's answer was ambiguous.
Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment before finally asking the question that was on his mind most.
His voice was very low, and his expression became more serious than ever before.
"Nephew, let's speak frankly. You've carried the grudge of being hunted down by Tang Hao for many years, and now you've returned with powerful figures. Could your plans be related to my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"
After he finished speaking, the office fell into a deathly silence.
Edmund, standing to the side, wished he could disappear immediately.
He didn't want to hear a single word of this level of conversation.
Dongfang Jing looked at Ning Fengzhi's nervous expression and suddenly smiled.
"Sect Leader Ning is overthinking it," he said bluntly.
"My feud with Tang Hao and his son is my own business."
"What I'm going to do has nothing to do with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
Upon hearing this clear answer, Ning Fengzhi's tense body relaxed almost imperceptibly.
The anxiety he had been holding in finally subsided.
The guarded look on Gu Rong's withered face softened considerably.
Fortunately, this kid is still the same as he was five years ago, and he clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment.
"Now I can rest assured."
The smile on Ning Fengzhi's face finally had a touch of genuine warmth.
"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is located in Seven Treasure City, which is next to Heaven Dou City. It's not far away. Nephew, you are welcome to visit the school anytime you have the time."
"must."
Dongfang Jing nodded.
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi knew that he had achieved his goal for the day.
He took out a purple-gold card from his storage soul tool.
"It's just some gold soul coins. This is our sect's way of providing cultivation resources for Yao'er and Rongrong. Nephew, please don't refuse."
Dongfang Jing glanced at it.
He knew that Ning Fengzhi was trying to curry favor.
"Then thank you very much, Sect Master Ning."
Dongfang Jing did not refuse and accepted it directly.
Seeing that Dongfang Jing accepted it, Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief.
Accepting the gift signifies acceptance of the goodwill.
The smile on Ning Fengzhi's face finally carried a touch of genuine warmth.
"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is located in Seven Treasure City, which is next to Heaven Dou City. It's not far away. Nephew, you are welcome to visit the school anytime you have the time."
"must."
Dongfang Jing nodded.
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi knew that he had achieved his goal for the day.
He took out a purple-gold card from his storage soul tool.
"It's just some gold soul coins. This is our sect's way of providing cultivation resources for Yao'er and Rongrong. Nephew, please don't refuse."
Dongfang Jing glanced at it.
He knew that Ning Fengzhi was trying to curry favor.
"Then thank you very much, Sect Master Ning."
Dongfang Jing did not refuse and accepted it directly.
Seeing that Dongfang Jing accepted it, Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief.
Accepting the gift signifies acceptance of the goodwill.
Dongfang Jing fiddled with the purple-gold card in his hand, then changed the subject.
"Sect Leader Ning, I also have something to discuss with you."
He ran his fingertip across the Gemini vortex, and a letter sealed with sealing wax appeared in his hand.
"Here is a small gift I would like to give to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
Um?
There are also gifts?
Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.
Ning Fengzhi reached out and took the letter, his fingertips tracing the patterns on the seal.
"Nephew, this is..."
"Consider this my personal testimony."
Seeing their reactions, Dongfang Jing succinctly explained his previous experience in Gengxin City.
He explained to Ning Fengzhi the existence of the hidden weapons and that he had reached a preliminary agreement with Lou Gao and the Blacksmith Association to jointly manufacture the hidden weapons in large quantities, with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School providing the funding and the Blacksmith Association responsible for production.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes lit up when he heard this.
He knew all too well the importance of the hidden weapons Dongfang Jing mentioned for assisting their Soul Master sect.
Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, their expressions complex.
I wonder if these so-called hidden weapons are real or fake?
"Unfortunately, I don't have any finished products on hand. If Sect Leader Ning doesn't believe me, you can ask your daughter later. She has personally witnessed the power of these things," Dongfang Jing added.
Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's emotions surged violently.
The question swirled in his mind, but he showed no sign of it on his face.
He carefully put the letter into his storage device and nodded solemnly to Dongfang Jing.
"I accept this generous gift on behalf of the sect, my dear nephew. Thank you."
Dongfang Jing waved his hand, indicating that it was not necessary.
"Alright, now that we've finished discussing business, it's time to talk about the academy."
Ning Fengzhi steered the conversation back on track, and the atmosphere eased accordingly.
He turned to the side and raised his hand to Edmund, who had been standing to the side.
"This is Mr. Edmund, the dean of Purple Star Academy."
"Nephews, we have already made all the arrangements for you to join the academy. You can focus on your cultivation here without any trouble."
Edmund stepped forward immediately after being called upon by Ning Fengzhi.
His mercenary face was now plastered with a fawning smile.
He knew,
From this day forward, my half-dead academy is about to take off.
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