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Chapter 464.

With Ning Rongrong taking the lead, the other disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect, who had been complaining, immediately fell silent.

As the daughter of the Sect Master, Ning Rongrong's decision to train alongside them left no room for objections. Besides, the memory of the Soul Hall's sudden attack was still fresh in their minds.

"I can't understand her at all," Ma Hongjun said, scratching his head in confusion. "Based on my vast experience with girls, this situation is beyond me. Maybe the captain is the only one who can figure it out."

Just then, Oscar pointed into the distance with exaggerated surprise.

"Wang Feng!"

In an instant, all eyes turned towards the direction Oscar had indicated. Several rays of light seemed to converge as if something significant was about to happen.

Even Ning Rongrong, despite her earlier words, instinctively rushed forward, scanning the horizon. But after a moment, she realized there was nothing there. Her cheeks flushed red with anger.

"..." Everyone fell silent, exchanging awkward glances.

"If you didn't want to see him, why were you so quick to check?" Dai Mubai teased with a grin.

"Oscar, I'm going to kill you!" Ning Rongrong shouted, furious at being tricked.

Oscar coughed, laughing sheepishly. But suddenly, his expression froze. His gaze shifted past Ning Rongrong, widening in genuine shock.

"Wait... Captain, is that really you?"

Everyone turned once more, this time sensing something different.

"Ha! You think I'll fall for that again?" Ning Rongrong scoffed, still fuming. "If he were really back, I'd change my name to... to Ning Rongring and recite it ten times!"

But before she could continue, a familiar voice echoed from behind her.

"Ning Rongring? That name doesn't sound so great!"

The moment those words reached her ears, Dai Mubai nearly burst into laughter but managed to stifle it. Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flickered with amusement, though she remained silent.

Ning Rongrong froze, trembling slightly. She refused to turn around.

"Go away! Just go away!" she shouted, her voice trembling. "I don't want to see you!"

Without waiting for a response, she ran off, leaving the others bewildered.

Wang Feng stood there, momentarily taken aback. He had just returned, his large blood-colored wings retracting behind him. Dressed in a black robe and still wearing his mask, he looked quite mysterious.

Bibi Dong's plan had allowed Wang Feng a few months, likely to prepare for what was to come. Her intention was also clear — to send Wang Feng to assist her daughter, Qian Renxue, in securing the throne of the Heaven Dou Empire. The ultimate goal was to accelerate her grand scheme.

However, with Qian Renxue being under the protection of Qian Daoliu, Wang Feng was uncertain about how things would proceed.

Should he genuinely help Qian Renxue ascend to the throne, or remain indifferent?

Even though Bibi Dong had promised to take him to a place where he could witness the power of the gods — most likely the Raksha Secret Realm — Wang Feng wasn't entirely convinced.

No matter the outcome, Bibi Dong had also promised to grant him one request. But that didn't seem too important to Wang Feng.

For now, he was here to check on Tang San and the others, uncertain about what Bibi Dong's intricate plans might entail next.

This woman was truly remarkable.

Just as he returned, Wang Feng unexpectedly found himself witnessing this emotional scene.

He understood Ning Rongrong's sadness, but he hadn't anticipated it to be this severe.

With a sigh, Wang Feng reflected on how deeply she must have been affected.

"Brother Feng, why don't you go see her first?" Tang San suggested, glancing at Zhu Zhuqing. "Liu Erlong said Rongrong hasn't eaten properly for days. She's grown visibly haggard."

Wang Feng nodded.

Though it had been more than five years since he last saw them, he had secretly observed them on the day they had agreed to meet. He knew about the hardships they had endured.

There was no need to rush.

He also understood that Tang San and the others were undoubtedly curious about what had happened to him during all this time.

But for now, he had other priorities.

Without wasting time, Wang Feng followed the direction where Ning Rongrong had run.

The reason he hadn't told Tang San and the others about his undercover mission was simple — the fewer people who knew, the better.

The more people aware of the truth, the higher the chances of the plan being exposed.

Unless his friends were all exceptionally skilled actors, capable of maintaining absolute composure like himself, the risk was too great.

Now that the "White Pontiff" was declared dead, the secrecy of the plan wasn't as critical. Only Bibi Dong and Wang Feng truly knew the full extent of it.

Still, caution was necessary.

He couldn't be certain if Bibi Dong had left behind any hidden contingencies.

Before long, Wang Feng found Ning Rongrong sitting under a large tree, gazing blankly into the distance.

"Rongrong."

He approached her, his voice calm. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Are you blaming me?"

Ning Rongrong trembled slightly. Without turning around, she shook her head.

"No, I don't blame you," she replied softly. "You saved the sect. How could I blame you?"

Wang Feng inwardly acknowledged her words. That was what he had expected.

"Then why are you so sad?" he pressed gently. "Why won't you turn around?"

He coughed lightly, trying to ease the tension.

"I don't want to!" Ning Rongrong's voice quivered. "Wang Feng, just go away... I won't trouble you anymore..."

Her words were filled with sorrow and stubbornness.

Wang Feng paused, contemplating her feelings. Then, with a faint sigh, he responded.

"Alright then... I'm leaving."

Without another word, he turned around and began to walk away.

In an instant, Ning Rongrong squatted on the ground and sobbed.

After a while, a figure appeared in front of her, speaking softly:

"Rongrong, did you really think I was going to leave? Just tell me what's wrong..."

Ning Rongrong lifted her tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with sorrow.

"Wang Feng, I'm not pure..." she choked, her voice trembling. "I hugged the White Pontiff so intimately, leaned against him, and said so many affectionate words... I feel so ashamed... so worthless."

She lowered her head further, unable to continue, the shame washing over her.

"I'm so useless... I couldn't even see through it... I feel so unclean," Ning Rongrong whispered. "I don't deserve you at all now."

Just as he had suspected, Wang Feng thought to himself.

After a brief moment, he replied calmly, "You didn't deserve me."

Ning Rongrong froze.

"..."

She was stunned, her tears pausing for a moment as she glared at Wang Feng.

The absurdity of his words made her want to cry and laugh at the same time.

"You..." Ning Rongrong stammered.

"You silly girl..."

Before she could say more, Wang Feng pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"That person is dead, Rongrong. Do you really think I care about any of that?"

Wang Feng's tone was warm and firm.

In his mind, if anyone dared to impersonate him and get close to Ning Rongrong, there would be no intricate plans. He would have taken action without hesitation.

"How can you not care?" Ning Rongrong whispered, still clutching him. "I hugged another man and spoke so intimately to him. How could you not care!"

Wang Feng remained silent for a moment.

Then, Ning Rongrong softly pounded his chest with her fists, her emotions still tangled.

"I'm not just being unreasonable, Wang Feng. I feel so useless. I couldn't help you at all. You saved my sect... but I..." Her voice cracked. "I feel like I don't deserve to stand by your side."

"Rongrong, you're mistaken," Wang Feng said, a faint smile on his face. "You still have a little use."

"..."

Ning Rongrong blinked, utterly baffled by his response.

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