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Chapter 390.

At this point, Ning Fengzhi let out a long sigh.

"The only thing she's truly looking forward to now is the appointment they made, happening in a few months. Five years ago, all eight of them promised each other they would reunite at Shrek Academy. It's the one reason I've been able to convince her to keep going."

His tone grew heavier as he continued, "But I'm afraid… what if that boy doesn't show up? What will happen to Rongrong then? How heartbroken will she be?"

The concern in Ning Fengzhi's voice caused the two Titled Douluo beside him to fall silent.

All three of them understood the truth.

Over the past four years, Ning Rongrong had been growing, improving, and becoming stronger, all for one reason, she wanted to present the best version of herself when she finally reunited with her sweetheart.

If it all turned out to be in vain—if that reunion never happened—it would be a devastating blow, one she might never recover from.

This thought weighed heavily on all of them, filling the room with a somber atmosphere.

At that moment, a light, cheerful voice broke through the silence.

"Hey, Dad, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone! Why do you all look so glum?"

The voice was accompanied by a faint floral scent as a lively figure stepped into the hall.

It was Ning Rongrong.

The three men were taken aback. Ning Rongrong hadn't returned to the sect in months, so her sudden arrival was unexpected.

"Rongrong, why are you so happy?" Ning Fengzhi asked, surprised.

As he studied her expression, he noticed a rare brightness in her eyes, and her face was alight with a smile he hadn't seen in a long time—a smile from the heart.

"Dad, it seems you weren't lying to me after all!" Ning Rongrong said with a slight blush, her joy unmistakable.

"You told me Wang Feng would come to see me first, and I didn't believe it at the time. But he really came!"

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi and the two Douluo stiffened, their eyes widening.

"You've seen him?" Ning Fengzhi almost blurted out the question, but stopped himself just in time.

"No, not exactly," Ning Rongrong replied, shaking her head.

She reached into her arms and pulled out two small wooden carvings, holding them up with excitement.

"But he left me these! Look, one of them is someone only I would recognize. The other shows me and him after we used our fusion technique. He had someone deliver them to me outside Maple Town! He must have been nearby. In just a few months, I know I'll see him again!"

Her voice was filled with happiness as she twirled lightly in a circle, the carvings clutched in her hands. Then, humming a cheerful tune, she made her way toward the room behind the hall.

The three men watched her go, exchanging glances, their expressions complicated.

For a moment, none of them knew what to say.

Finally, Ning Fengzhi broke the silence, his voice lowered. "Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, did either of you carve those statues?"

Both Titled Douluo shook their heads, equally perplexed.

"I didn't, … it's unlikely, but it's possible one of the craftsmen in the sect made them," Sword Douluo replied in a low voice.

Ning Fengzhi sighed softly. "Just two wood carvings, and she's this happy… The happier she is now, the harder it might be for her later."

What could two simple carvings truly prove?

They meant nothing on their own. It was clear that Ning Rongrong's longing for that boy had reached its peak. Even the smallest hint of his existence was enough to make her take it seriously.

Otherwise, why would the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect have spent four long years searching without uncovering a single clue?

As this thought crossed their minds, all three sighed deeply, their shared worry unspoken yet understood.

The White Pontiff's patrol of Soul Hall across the continent was nothing short of monumental. His sudden emergence had shaken the world to its core.

In just over a month, he had departed from Soul City, inspecting the Soul Hall Temples in the surrounding cities of the two great empires. Everywhere he went, the members of the Soul Hall were left awestruck by his presence, their admiration mixed with fear of his overwhelming power.

Handpicked by the Supreme Pontiff herself, his status was unparalleled, his strength terrifying, his demeanor peerless. Countless labels now adorned the enigmatic White Pontiff.

Even ordinary soul masters who had never laid eyes on him could tell he was no opportunist who had risen through connections. His strength was genuine, undeniable.

Heaven Dou Empire.

High above the land, a flying sword glided through the skies.

The sword, about three meters long and two meters wide, hovered at a steady altitude of two hundred meters. Five people stood atop it, shielded from the roaring winds by a protective barrier of soul power.

At the head of the group sat a man dressed in white and gold silk. A mask obscured his face, but his commanding aura was unmistakable.

This man was none other than the White Pontiff, Wang Wu, whose name now resounded across the continent.

"My Lord Pontiff," a cardinal said respectfully, his tone deferential, "in half an hour, we will arrive at Elephant City, home to the Elephant Armor Sect."

The White Pontiff had a small entourage accompanying him on this journey. He disliked unnecessary crowds, so only four others stood on the flying sword with him:

The cardinal who had spoken,

Hu Liena, the direct disciple of the Supreme Pontiff,

Xie Yue, and Yan, the strongest members of the Soul Hall Academy.

These three individuals—Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan—were none other than the Golden Generation of the Soul Hall, handpicked by Bibi Dong to accompany the White Pontiff on his journey.

The cardinal traveling with them was Thomas, a 83rd-level Soul Douluo whose martial soul was a bronze statue.

There were not many cardinals within the Soul Hall. Most were stationed in major cities across the two empires, with an additional dozen or so resided in Soul City. Altogether, their number totaled fewer than sixty.

Despite their limited numbers, their strength was extraordinary—all were at least Soul Saints, with many among them reaching the level of Soul Douluo. When Wang Feng learned of this, he couldn't help but be surprised.

The Soul Hall had nearly sixty individuals whose strength was second only to Titled Douluo—a formidable force by any measure.

It had been over a month since Wang Feng assumed the role of the White Pontiff.

During this time, he had spent most of his days in the Supreme Pontiff Palace, familiarizing himself with the Soul Hall's structure, operations, and resources. Occasionally, Bibi Dong would summon him to discuss certain matters, providing him with insights while subtly gauging his thoughts and abilities.

By now, Wang Feng had formed a clear understanding of the Soul Hall's internal workings.

However, Bibi Dong was careful not to reveal the most critical information to him. Instead, she assigned him a task:

Tour the Soul Hall Temples across the continent and pay a visit to the Seven Great Sects.

This mission served two purposes. On the surface, it was presented as an inspection tour, an opportunity for Wang Feng to demonstrate the Soul Hall's authority and influence to the empires and sects. In reality, it was Bibi Dong's second test of his loyalty and capabilities.

Wang Feng understood that upon completing this mission, Bibi Dong would likely begin to disclose her true plans. If he succeeded, he would gain her full trust, becoming her genuine confidant. Only then could he consider himself truly embedded within the Soul Hall.

At first, Wang Feng had refused the task with characteristic arrogance, maintaining the personality he had crafted for his role.

However, Bibi Dong, always calculating, persuaded him otherwise. She argued that sparring with the mainland's powerful figures would expose him to new emotions and experiences, sharpening his cultivation. After weighing her reasoning, Wang Feng ultimately agreed.

The tour wasn't just about proving his strength to others—it was an opportunity for Wang Feng to gather intelligence. He wanted to see the true extent of the Soul Hall's power and to evaluate the capabilities of the four lower sects closely allied with the Soul Hall.

These sects, known as the Lower Four Sects, included:

Elephant Armor Sect,

Medicine Spirit Sect,

Seven Cauldron Sect, and

Battle Sword Sect.

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