Chapter 415 Meeting
"Hoo... As expected of the titled Douluo who is number one in attack."
Xuan Mo watched Chen Xin, who had annihilated the meteorite and then landed slowly, appear calm and collected, and couldn't help but sigh.
However, what he didn't know was that after facing that meteorite, Chen Xin had actually expended a lot of energy to annihilate it, and it wasn't as easy as it seemed on the surface.
"Clap clap clap... What a wonderful fight scene."
A round of applause came, and Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong were walking towards Xuan Mo and the others not far away.
"Uncle Ning." When Xuan Mo was about to bow, Ning Fengzhi stopped him, "Hehe, no need to be so polite."
Then, he looked Xuan Mo up and down. Seeing that his face was pale and he looked like he had exhausted too much soul power, he flipped his right hand, and a pagoda with seven colors appeared instantly.
Then, a stream of light entered Xuan Mo's body from it, and Xuan Mo's originally pale face regained some color.
"Thank you, Uncle Ning."
"It was nothing." Ning Fengzhi smiled as he scrutinized Xuan Mo, making Xuan Mo feel uneasy, before slowly saying, "Five years. You've finally returned."
Xuan Mo froze in place.
He understood Ning Fengzhi's meaning; Ning Fengzhi wasn't speaking to him as the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but as a father speaking for his daughter.
"Yes! I've returned after five years, and Rongrong has waited for me for five years." A wave of guilt washed over him again.
Seeing Xuan Mo's reaction, Ning Fengzhi and the other two exchanged glances and nodded slightly with barely perceptible movements.
At this moment, Gu Rong spoke up, "Young Mo, you've improved quite a bit in these five years. You even managed to make Old Sword suffer a small loss." He then raised an eyebrow at Chen Xin, who was standing silently to the side, secretly recovering his soul power.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Mo quickly said, "I dare not accept such praise," and added, "Senior Bone is joking. Senior Sword just showed mercy."
"No," Chen Xin spoke up, looking at Xuan Mo, "Your meteorite attack was indeed powerful, its attack strength even reaching the level of a Title Douluo, at least surpassing Old Poison."
Receiving Chen Xin's affirmation, Xuan Mo simply smiled without saying a word.
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but ask, "By the way, Xiao Mo, where did you get these two 100,000-year soul rings?"
At this moment, all three of them focused their attention on Xuan Mo.
However, just as Xuan Mo was pondering, a familiar voice suddenly came, "Dad, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone."
Looking in the direction of the voice, a gorgeous long dress appeared, with long hair flowing down to her hips. In Xuan Mo's eyes, five years had passed, and Ning Rongrong had grown up. Her rounded beauty exuded a special nobility, just like her martial soul, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Although she was not yet twenty years old, she already possessed a graceful demeanor, seemingly unapproachable.
"Dad, are you alright?" Ning Rongrong stepped forward, taking Ning Fengzhi's arm and looking him up and down with obvious concern. "Dad, what happened with that meteorite just now?"
Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi naturally placed his hand on Ning Rongrong's head. "Someone is fighting with your Sword Grandpa."
"Fighting with Sword Grandpa?"
"That's right." Sword Douluo came to Ning Fengzhi's side, seemingly looking at Ning Rongrong calmly, but a complex emotion was hidden in his eyes. "And it's someone we know."
"Someone we know?" Just as Ning Rongrong was puzzled by Chen Xin's words, the figure of Xuan Mo, whom they had just blocked, gradually appeared behind Ning Fengzhi and the other two.
As Ning Fengzhi and the others' expressions began to change, Ning Rongrong's expression also began to look strange. For some reason, her heart suddenly started racing, and her eyes were fixed on the figure behind them.
The moment Ning Fengzhi and the other two could no longer conceal Xuan Mo's figure and face, Ning Rongrong's face turned deathly pale. She covered her mouth with her hands, her entire body stiffened, and her eyes instantly reddened, welling up with tears.
Looking at the beautiful figure he had longed for day and night for the past five years, the usually resolute Xuan Mo's eyes also reddened. His voice, which had been normal just moments before, became hoarse, and he spoke with great difficulty, "Rongrong. Five years... I'm back."
"Waaah—"
Ignoring everyone around her, even Ning Fengzhi and the other two seemed to vanish. Ning Rongrong burst into tears, throwing herself at Xuan Mo, pounding her fists on his chest, unable to utter a single word.
Watching Xuan Mo and Ning Rongrong, a trace of emotion flickered in the eyes of Ning Fengzhi and the other two. They remained silent, simply standing there watching the couple separated for five years, especially their daughter who had waited for Xuan Mo for five years.
At this moment, Xuan Mo let Ning Rongrong pound her chest. He did nothing, only looking at her with love and guilt, murmuring "I'm sorry."
Even so, Ning Rongrong's sobs showed no sign of abating. But seemingly tired of pounding, she suddenly opened her arms and tightly embraced Xuan Mo's waist, pressing her soft body against his, as if trying to merge herself into him.
At that moment, a burning passion surged to the top of her head. Xuan Mo ignored Ning Fengzhi and the others beside him, pulling Ning Rongrong into his arms. At this moment, he could not tolerate anyone else.
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi's brows furrowed slightly.
However, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong noticed this and stepped forward, standing quietly beside Ning Fengzhi, parallel to him. Their eyes held a pleading light as they said, "Sect Master, let's wait a little longer."
Ning Fengzhi looked at these two elders who had dedicated most of their lives to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, who were also his uncles, friends, and Rongrong's grandfathers. He sighed softly and nodded to them.
Then, the three of them turned their gazes back to Xuan Mo and the others…
At this moment, Ning Rongrong closed her eyes, tightly embracing Xuan Mo's waist, feeling his presence.
For the past five years, she had experienced this scene many times in her dreams, but it was always a dream upon waking. Facing this scene, Ning Rongrong feared that everything before her was still a dream, disappearing the moment she opened her eyes.
Xuan Mo simply held Ning Rongrong; five years of longing had been rewarded with this quiet time together, and he was content. He didn't want anything else now, only to feel each other's heartbeats, as if time itself had stopped at this moment.
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