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Half a month later.
Qibao Glazed Sect.
"Ning Fengzhi, you bastard, come out here!"
"If you don't bring Zeng Yi back, I will hate you forever! Damn it!!!"
"You two guys, let me in quickly! Do you know who I am! How dare you stop me!"
"I am so angry!!!"
Outside a courtyard, two guards stopped the irritable young lady Ning Rongrong who was trying to break through the door.
"Miss, the sect leader said that he is not feeling well and will not see anyone."
"Go back, miss, you are making things difficult for us."
The two of them held Ning Rongrong's shoulders, one on the left and the other on the right, looking helplessly at the struggling eldest daughter Ning Rongrong.
She was stopped by two masters of Soul Emperor cultivation. She was just an auxiliary soul master. No matter how much she struggled, it had no effect. Ning Rongrong could only threaten and curse.
"You two, let me go! Bastards!"
"Wait for me, the sect leader who is waiting for me will definitely want you two to look good!"
Hearing this, the two of them couldn't help but feel cold.
They all knew that the unruly princess in front of them was the next heir to the sect. With her temper, she might actually turn around and settle the score, which would be really painful.
However, the two of them had no choice. After the current sect master said so, they had no choice but to do this.
inside the house.
Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly and sighed as he listened to all the curses coming from outside.
He didn't expect that his precious daughter's reaction would be so extreme. It's been almost half a month and it hasn't calmed down yet.
Moreover, he stopped calling me dad and started calling him by his first name. This is really...
Ning Fengzhi was very helpless. He really couldn't fulfill his daughter's request.
Isn't it a joke to bring Zeng Yi back from Wuhun Palace? Things were already like this. If he went to get Zeng Yi back, it would be like slapping Wuhundian in the face in front of everyone in the world. He might not start a war right away.
Ning Fengzhi knew that his daughter liked Zeng Yi very much, but for the sake of the survival of the sect, he had no choice but to do this. Besides, it's not like I'll never see Zeng Yi again. In this world, it's normal for a capable man to have a few more women.
He Ning Fengzhi has more than one wife.
But Ning Rongrong was his only daughter.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the room. Ning Fengzhi looked up and saw a man in white sitting opposite him.
"Uncle Jian, have you seen Zeng Yi? How about it?" Ning Fengzhi poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Chen Xin.
Chen Xin picked up the teacup, sighed, and put it down.
"He said that this was his own choice and he doesn't blame the sect."
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on his face.
"That's it."
"He said that, which makes me extremely ashamed."
For the Qibao Glazed Sect, Ning Fengzhi did take advantage of Zeng Yi, but Zeng Yi chose to side with the sect because of the friendship between the sect.
Because Zeng Yi knew that if he refused, the Qibao Glazed Sect would be reduced to ruins under the iron hoof of Wuhun Palace.
Although it hasn't been long, Zeng Yi has a lot of good memories and some good friends in the Qibao Glazed Sect, so he doesn't want to see this.
Chen Xin originally thought that if Zeng Yi was unwilling, then he would force Zeng Yi to leave. At least, he would fulfill his responsibility as a master for once, and Ning Fengzhi also acquiesced.
However, Zeng Yi chose the sect in the end.
Looking at the tea cup in his hand, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but have a self-deprecating smile on his face, "After all, we are still weak. Even the wedding has to be held at the woman's side. It's really sad."
"I always had a hunch that things wouldn't go so smoothly."
"Then let nature take its course."
The Wuhun Palace and the Qibao Glazed Sect, currently the two strongest forces on the continent, announced an alliance, which made everyone feel extremely nervous.
In this short period of half a month, there has been an undercurrent surging on the mainland.
Somewhere on Excalibur Peak.
Yanque sat on a big rock with a melancholy look, holding a silver-striped kitten in his hands, looking at the beautiful figure not far away who kept swinging a sword.
I don’t know how much time has passed, and I can’t count how many times I have swung my sword.
Sweat soaked Zhu Zhuqing's clothes. She clenched her teeth, her eyes seemed a little numb, and her arms were only moving at their limit, but it seemed that they had reached their limit.
Damn it!
Huh~
With the last slash, an invisible wave of air surged out. The sword energy slashed out from the blade, sharply tearing apart the airflow and slashing forward.
Boom~
A human-sized boulder ten meters in front of Zhu Zhuqing was neatly divided into two, with both sides falling down.
"Hoo~ho~ho~"
Zhu Zhuqing let go of the handle of the knife, lowered his head and bent over, his arms drooped feebly, breathing heavily in his mouth, his back heaving violently, big beads of sweat dripping from his chin to the ground, almost forming a line .
Ten minutes later, Zhu Zhuqing and Yan Que sat side by side, looking boredly at the blue sky.
"Sister Zhuqing, do you think Master will come back?"
Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes couldn't help but shrink, and he was silent for a long time.
"He'll come back...right?"
...
Wuhun City.
"Zeng Yi, come out here! I want to challenge you!"
"You're still a man, so stop shrinking! Bastard!"
...
Listening to the noisy provocation outside, Zeng Yi couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and held the wine glass tightly in his hand. "Are you fucking annoyed? How many days have it been? You come here early every morning to disturb people's leisure. Are you sick?"
"Get out of here! You are no match for me even with one hand. Can you have some self-awareness?"
Zeng Yi, who was impatient, faced the door and yelled in reply.
He was already in a very depressed mood, and with a fool annoying him every day, Zeng Yi was really about to explode.
However, after hearing the response, the people outside seemed to be more enthusiastic.
Yan has always been secretly in love with Hu Liena. Ever since she found out that Hu Liena was engaged, she has always regarded Zeng Yi as a thorn in his side. However, there is still some hope. As long as he performs better than Zeng Yi, there may be hope.
However, when the Pope announced to the world the engagement between Zeng Yi and Hu Liena, and the engagement ceremony was to be held, Yan knew that he had no chance and was in despair.
At this point, no matter what he does, he can't stop this. Coming to Zeng Yi to challenge him is just to vent his emotions.
Even if it's not an opponent.
After an unknown amount of time, it finally became quiet outside.
Zeng Yi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, now they were finally close.
As the day of the engagement party got closer and closer, Zeng Yi became more and more nervous, and he even lost his usual enthusiasm for practicing.
Zeng Yi knew that once the engagement ceremony was carried out, he would really be tied to Wuhun Palace.
He wanted to sneak away, but Wuhun Palace had already banned him. Except for this courtyard and the Pope's orders, he could not go anywhere else.
The outside was heavily guarded and not even a fly could fly out. Even if Zeng Yi had an idea, he couldn't realize it.
In such a situation, Zeng Yi almost despaired, and the thought of accepting his fate arose in his heart.
After all, he is just a soul sect, so what can he do?
"Perhaps, it would not be bad to be the son-in-law of Wuhun Palace, haha..."
Looking at the wine glass in his hand, Zeng Yi put it down, picked up the wine gourd, and poured it into his mouth.
"This really doesn't look like you~"
A clear and sweet voice rang in his ears. Zeng Yi's eyes suddenly shrank, he put down the wine gourd, looked around, and saw Qian Renxue sitting opposite him.
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