The next day, after a good night's sleep, Qian Renxue was personally escorted back to the Crown Prince's mansion by Zhao Ling. Of course, upon leaving Zhao Ling's residence, Qian Renxue had once again disguised herself as Xue Qinghe. After Zhao Ling sent her back to the Crown Prince's mansion, he made a trip to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Even though the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan no longer had a demand for hidden weapons, the clan had always stood on his side. Their relationship was infinitely close to that of allies, so this bond needed to be maintained. Furthermore, the previous clan master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had passed away several years ago, and Ning Fengzhi was now the current master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
When Zhao Ling arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, the disciples all showed expressions of reverence upon seeing him. This was the strongest existence on the entire Douluo Continent, hailed as the strongest person below a deity. They felt honored to even catch a glimpse of Zhao Ling. With Zhao Ling's current strength and reputation, he basically didn't need to announce his arrival at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan; he could just enter the mountain gate directly.
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi and the two protecting Titled Douluo were coaxing the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Rongrong, in the courtyard. Ning Rongrong was only five years old now, so she hadn't awakened her spirit yet and didn't need to study at a junior spirit master academy. This was her most carefree time.
Just then, Zhao Ling walked into the courtyard. Ning Rongrong's eyes immediately lit up when she saw Zhao Ling. She completely ignored her father and her two grandfathers and scurried towards Zhao Ling. She ran directly in front of Zhao Ling, hugged his calf, and said in a childish voice, "Big Brother Ling, hug, Rongrong wants a hug."
Ning Fengzhi covered his face with his hand, somewhat speechless at his daughter's address for Zhao Ling.
The Bone Titled Douluo tried to correct Ning Rongrong's misunderstanding. "Rongrong, he is your Uncle Zhao, don't call him Big Brother Ling. He's older than your father."
"No way! Big Brother Ling, he's Rongrong's Big Brother Ling!" Ning Rongrong turned her head in dissatisfaction, made a face at the Bone Titled Douluo, then looked up and called out to Zhao Ling, "Big Brother Ling, hug..."
Ning Fengzhi was even more speechless. His daughter was always like this; every time she saw the Demon Suppressing Doulou, she'd get infatuated and insist on being held. Please, dear daughter, he's older than your father. He could understand her infatuation with anyone else, but she couldn't, or at least shouldn't, be infatuated with him.
Zhao Ling felt quite awkward, seeing Ning Rongrong's adorable pleading for a hug on one side, and Ning Fengzhi and the two protecting Titled Douluo's murderous expressions on the other. Should he hug this girl or not? If he hugged her, Ning Fengzhi and the two protecting Titled Douluo would definitely be unhappy. If he didn't hug her, given Ning Rongrong's pampered nature, she would definitely throw a tantrum.
Finally, Zhao Ling thought about it and decided to bend down and pick Ning Rongrong up from the ground. As for whether Ning Fengzhi and the two protecting Titled Douluo would be unhappy? Hmm, who cares about them? If you're capable, come at me together. As long as you can defeat me, I'll immediately put this girl Rongrong down.
Ning Fengzhi felt a bit depressed seeing this. It was his daughter who insisted on being hugged, so it wasn't a big deal for someone to hug her. But he couldn't shake the feeling that his prized cabbage was about to be snatched away. Don't forget, this Demon Suppressing Doulou had over a dozen beautiful women at home; he was a complete pervert. If his daughter weren't pretty, it wouldn't matter, but his daughter had been sculpted like pink jade since birth, an absolute beauty.
Once this girl grows up, she'll definitely be a great beauty. He feared that the Demon Suppressing Doulou, that pervert, wouldn't let his daughter off the hook, right? Although he also wanted a woman from his family to marry Zhao Ling to solidify the alliance between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and the Demon Suppressing Doulou, this tool for marriage shouldn't be his own daughter! His own daughter was still so young.
At this moment, the Sword Titled Douluo and Bone Titled Douluo were also quite displeased. In their eyes, Rongrong was their most cherished granddaughter, and now this granddaughter was insisting on being held by the Demon Suppressing Doulou. If it were anyone else, it would be fine, but the Demon Suppressing Doulou was a philanderer with so many beautiful women at home. Furthermore, this guy was older than Fengzhi. They truly feared that one day this guy would charm Rongrong's spirit away.
Thinking back to more than ten or twenty years ago, the Demon Suppressing Doulou's looks were about the same as Fengzhi's. But after more than ten or twenty years, this guy had become increasingly handsome and dashing. They found it quite absurd. His appearance didn't seem to have changed much, yet what was with that increasingly handsome and charming aura? Was this guy not a monster?
Look at how this guy had completely captivated this little girl Rongrong, even making her drool over him. In the past, they wouldn't have dared to imagine this, but they were helpless. It was this child Rongrong who begged the Demon Suppressing Doulou to hold her, which was utterly preposterous. No, they had to find a way to completely sever this possibility between Rongrong and the Demon Suppressing Doulou. As for how to sever this possibility, they didn't know, but after the Demon Suppressing Doulou left, they planned to have a serious talk with Ning Fengzhi about this.
Zhao Ling naturally didn't know what these three were thinking. After picking up Ning Rongrong, he gently poked her small, delicate nose with his finger and asked tenderly, "Rongrong, you haven't seen Big Brother Ling for so many days, have you missed Big Brother Ling?"
"Yes, Rongrong thinks about Big Brother Ling every day." Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes gazed intently at Zhao Ling, unaware that drool was trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Zhao Ling directly took out a clean silk handkerchief from his storage space to wipe the drool from the girl's mouth, then smiled at Ning Rongrong with a wry grin. "Rongrong, remember from now on, you're a beautiful lady. You can't drool just because you see a handsome man, otherwise, it will damage your lady-like image if others see it."
"I'm not afraid! Anyway, Rongrong isn't a lady. Besides, who could be as handsome as Big Brother Ling? Although my daddy is also good-looking, compared to Big Brother Ling, he's... well, quite ordinary." Ning Rongrong shook her head nonchalantly and retorted self-righteously.
"Uh..." Ning Fengzhi felt his composure shattering. Daughter, you like Zhao Ling, fine, but do you have to compare your daddy to him? What kind of pervert is he? His looks are now universally recognized as the best in all of Douluo. Are you comparing your daddy to him? Is that polite?
"Cough, cough..." The Sword Titled Douluo and Bone Titled Douluo almost burst out laughing. Both looked at Ning Fengzhi with schadenfreude. It's a good thing Rongrong is sensible and didn't compare us old guys to that perverted Demon Suppressing Doulou, otherwise, we wouldn't know where to put our old faces.
But the next second, Ning Rongrong's words made their expressions stiffen: "Even my father looks ordinary compared to you, let alone Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone. Compared to you, they're all completely ugly. How boring."