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"You've guessed wrong, Old Fox. I don't have a daughter."
Wu Ling, hearing the conversation, immediately stepped to Fu Ye's side to clarify. "Old Fox Uncle, I'm not Grandmaster's daughter!"
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Old Fox... Uncle? Old Fox Uncle?
Both Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo struggled to suppress their grins, thinking the little girl was remarkably blunt. Ning Fengzhi's face twitched. Seriously? Aren't you going to correct her? She's slandering me! No, wait—both of you are slandering me! What 'Old Fox'? I'm not an old fox!
Ning Fengzhi turned his gaze toward his young daughter. Ning Rongrong's eyes were sparkling, as if she had just discovered a fascinating new world.
"Daddy is an Old Fo—mph!"
Gu Rong, sensing imminent disaster, vanished from his seat and appeared behind Ning Rongrong, covering her mouth. "Rongrong, although the Sect Master is indeed an old... ahem! Your father is not a fox, he is..."
Gu Rong almost blurted out the truth. Ning Fengzhi stared at him with a gaze full of resentment. What do you mean, 'Old Fox'? Did I steal from you or something?
"Alright, Wu Ling, be good," Fu Ye said, patting her head. "Even though he is an old fox, we shouldn't say it to his face."
Wu Ling nodded with a look of half-understanding. "Oh! I get it. Next time, I'll only say it behind his back."
Ning Fengzhi: "..."
"Sit, everyone sit. Don't be strangers," Fu Ye said, unceremoniously taking his seat. Xiao Wu and Wu Ling sat beside him. "Sect Master Ning, you should sit too. Standing while eating isn't good for digestion."
At the table, Fu Ye, Chen Xin, Ning Fengzhi, and Gu Rong drank and boasted while Xiao Wu and Wu Ling enjoyed their dinner. The additional dishes were served in less than fifteen minutes. From his conversation with Chen Xin, Fu Ye learned that Liu Erlong, the "big boss," had gone to Tianshui Academy to visit her close friend, Han Ruyan.
"Big sisters, you're both so beautiful! And you look so much alike, are you sisters?"
Ning Rongrong, the "Little Witch," took advantage of the men's conversation to slip over and sit next to Wu Ling and Xiao Wu.
"You're very pretty too, little sister. You look just like a little princess," Xiao Wu replied. Ning Rongrong was only ten years old, half a head shorter than Wu Ling.
"Heehee, thank you! I'm Ning Rongrong. What are your names?" Despite being a troublemaker at home, Ning Rongrong knew how to behave in this setting. After all, she had never seen her father get teased like that without losing his temper.
"Brother Fu Ye, you're exaggerating. Juxiang Pavilion's business is my business. I won't say much else, but when it comes to making money, I guarantee you won't find a single fault."
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Ning Fengzhi was already becoming tipsy. It was clear that Thousand-Year Spirit Wine went straight to his head. Compared to a decade ago, when he would pass out after two jars, he actually showed a bit more "manly spirit" now.
"Stop nagging about money. It doesn't matter. The most important thing is having a place to eat and drink." Fu Ye looked at Ning Fengzhi's flushed face and pulled out a dozen more jars of Thousand-Year Spirit Wine. "One more jar. The first one to pass out gets a turtle drawn on their face."
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"I'm Xiao Wu, and she is my precious disciple, Wu Ling. We are master and disciple, not sisters," Xiao Wu said, pinching Ning Rongrong's chubby, soft cheeks. She really liked how squishy they were.
"Oh? You're master and disciple?" Ning Rongrong wasn't annoyed at having her cheeks pinched. It was the first time she had met such a beautiful and gentle "big sister."
"Mhm! Master Xiao Wu and Grandmaster Fu Ye rescued me," Wu Ling added. Looking at the girl her own age, she felt she had plenty of interesting things to chat about. The two girls and Xiao Wu began chirping away like three little birds.
Time passed. Half an hour later...
Thud.
Ning Fengzhi finally couldn't hold on and slumped onto the table. True to form, he was the first of the four men to get drunk.
"Look at this Old Fox... he's so weak," Fu Ye mocked without hesitation.
"Old Bone, put him on the sofa and take him to a guest room later," Chen Xin said, still not having drunk his fill. Gu Rong felt the same.
"No problem! Let's keep going!" Glug, glug, glug...
Another hour passed.
Thud!Thud!
Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong collapsed onto the table one after the other. Fu Ye just shook his head—they clearly needed more practice.
"My martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tower, a support system soul. I'm already at Level 19 this year," Ning Rongrong said to the others.
"That's amazing! Can support system souls really cultivate that fast?" Wu Ling asked.
"Heehee, Daddy says you have to eat and drink well to cultivate well, so he makes me eat all these dishes that don't taste very good... But Wu Ling, what is your martial soul?" Ning Rongrong asked curiously. Even without serious training, her cultivation was top-tier among her peers.
"Mhm, my martial soul is the Light-Dark Peacock. I'm currently a Level 27 Spirit Grandmaster."
Ning Rongrong froze for a moment before snapping out of it. "Level 27! Wu Ling, you're incredible!" She never imagined the girl she'd been chatting with for two hours was such a monstrous genius.
"Heehee, it's nothing. It's all because Master and Grandmaster teach me so well." Wu Ling smiled sweetly.
"Then what about Sister Xiao Wu? Is she a Soul Saint or higher?" Ning Rongrong looked at Xiao Wu with curiosity.
"Heehee... if you want to know that, Rongrong, you'll have to make a small sacrifice."
Xiao Wu reached out and pulled the small Ning Rongrong into her embrace. The sudden move startled the little girl.
"Sister, your figure is so good..." Ning Rongrong felt her face flush. Even as a "Little Witch," she found herself flustered by Xiao Wu's teasing.
Xiao Wu brushed a stray hair from Rongrong's ear and whispered softly, "Rongrong, you smell just as sweet as Wu Ling."