Chapter 113 Ning Rongrong is shocked! Master is too terrifying!
Ning Rongrong's flattery was both loud and natural.
She knew very well that her master's strength was unfathomable. If he was in a good mood, even a few words of guidance would be of immense benefit to her.
Praising him more can never hurt.
Qian Daobai put down his teacup, his gaze falling on his quick-witted little disciple, his expression indifferent.
"It's me."
"Yes, yes, that's what my dad said too. He said that looking across the entire continent, you can't find... um?"
Ning Rongrong was climbing up the pole when she suddenly realized something was wrong.
Her brain seemed to have been paused; the two words she had just heard kept echoing in her mind.
Is it...me?
Her expression froze instantly.
The noisy sounds inside the teahouse seemed to disappear from her at that moment.
She stared blankly at Qian Daobai, her bright eyes widening little by little, filled with disbelief.
"Wh...what?"
Ning Rongrong suddenly stood up from her seat, the movement so sudden that it knocked over the chair behind her.
The loud bang attracted the attention of many people in the teahouse.
But Ning Rongrong couldn't care less about that anymore.
Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently, her eyes fixed on Qian Daobai, and her voice changed.
"Master...you...you just said...it was you?"
Qian Daobai raised his eyes, glanced at her calmly, and did not repeat himself.
But it was that one glance that made Ning Rongrong completely certain.
It's true!
It was really Master who destroyed the City of Slaughter!
A tremendous surge of ecstasy and adoration, like a volcanic eruption, instantly swept over her entire body.
All her previous speculations and praises seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.
It turns out that the legendary, god-like being was his master!
"Master, you're amazing!"
Ning Rongrong's voice rose eight octaves due to extreme excitement, her clear voice resounding throughout the teahouse.
Inside the teahouse, you could hear a pin drop in an instant.
All eyes turned to Ning Rongrong and Qian Daobai's table.
Those Soul Masters who had been talking so loudly just moments before were now gaping at each other, speechless.
What did they hear?
This incredibly beautiful young girl was actually calling that man in white "Master"?
And the god-like being who destroyed the city of slaughter that she spoke of was her master?
This...this must be a joke, right?
However, looking at Ning Rongrong's extremely excited and admiring appearance, it didn't seem like she was faking it at all.
Qian Daobai's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He doesn't like being the center of attention.
He raised his eyelids, his indifferent gaze sweeping across the entire room.
That gaze contained no soul power, yet it carried a kind of pressure originating from the level of life itself.
Those whose gaze swept over him felt a tightness in their chest, as if they were being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast, and their breath involuntarily stopped.
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look anymore; all the previous discussions and curiosity vanished instantly.
The teahouse returned to its usual hustle and bustle, but everyone tacitly stopped paying attention to that corner.
"sit down."
Qian Daobai said to Ning Rongrong, who was still standing.
"oh oh!"
Ning Rongrong then snapped out of her daze, realizing her earlier lapse in composure. Her pretty face flushed red, and she hurriedly picked up the chair she had knocked over and sat down again.
Even after sitting down, her eyes remained fixed on Qian Daobai, their light shining brighter than the stars in the sky.
So it was Master!
It really was Master!
This thought, like the sweetest honey, melted in her heart, making her feel like she was floating.
My master is an unparalleled powerhouse who single-handedly destroyed the City of Slaughter!
This realization made her even more proud and honored than her own soul power increasing by thirty levels.
"The tea is getting cold."
Qian Daobai's voice pulled her back from her extreme excitement.
He picked up his teacup and took a small sip.
Ning Rongrong quickly followed suit, picking up her teacup and taking small sips, but her eyes still couldn't help but curve into crescent shapes.
She had so many questions she wanted to ask, such as, "Master, how did you do that? Did you kill the King of Slaughter in one move? Is it really that scary inside?"
But seeing Qian Daobai's nonchalant demeanor, as if he had only done something insignificant, she wisely swallowed all her questions.
My master's level of understanding is beyond my comprehension.
All I had to do was stay quietly and not cause any trouble for my master.
After finishing the tea, Qiandaobai stood up.
"Let's go."
"Yes, Master!"
Ning Rongrong immediately followed obediently.
The two walked out of the teahouse one after the other and merged into the bustling crowds of Tiandou City.
A thousand cypress trees stood ahead, their steps neither hurried nor slow.
Ning Rongrong followed behind, step by step, like a little shadow.
Her heart was filled with a sense of security.
The world is vast, and as long as you follow your master, there is nowhere you cannot go and nothing you cannot do.
The two walked through several streets and arrived at a secluded mansion.
This is where Qian Daobai has settled in Tiandou City.
"Go back and cultivate."
Qian Daobai stopped and gave instructions to Ning Rongrong.
"Yes, Master!"
Ning Rongrong readily agreed, but did not leave immediately.
She hesitated for a moment, as if she had made up her mind, then raised her head and looked at Qian Daobai seriously.
"Don't worry, Master, Rongrong knows what she should do."
"I heard from my father that Tang San from the Clear Sky Sect seems to have some grudge against you."
"I assure you, I will absolutely not help Tang San and the others. From now on, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will be their adversary."
Her words were resolute.
This is her statement, and also the statement of her father, Ning Fengzhi.
After witnessing Qian Daobai's unpredictable and mysterious methods, any thought of making an enemy of him is foolish and deadly.
Moreover, she is now Qian Daobai's disciple.
A teacher for a day is a father for life.
She would naturally stand firmly on her master's side.
After listening to her words, Qian Daobai remained calm, neither affirming nor denying.
He just watched her quietly.
Those deep eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts.
Ning Rongrong felt a little guilty under his gaze, but she still straightened her back.
A moment later, Qian Daobai withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked into the mansion.
Not a single word was spoken.
Ning Rongrong stood there, stunned.
Master, what does this mean?
Is it a lack of self-confidence? Or... a complete disregard for one's own promises?
She suddenly understood.
With Master's abilities, why would he need my guarantee?
Whether it's the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School or Tang San, in his eyes they are probably just ants that he can crush at will.
He doesn't care at all.
(End of chapter)