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Luo Yu, upon hearing the call, wheeled himself down to the ground floor.

Outside the hotel, eight lavishly decorated carriages were parked, all hitched to majestic horses, exuding an air of extravagance.

A beautiful girl with a graceful aura and shiny, big black eyes was reaching out her slender arm to open the carriage door.

She revealed a pair of smooth white legs as fair as jade.

Her ankles were encased in translucent, patterned white silk stockings, and she stepped elegantly from the carriage in a pair of crystal-studded high heels.

"Rongrong, long time no see."

When the beautiful girl heard that familiar magnetic voice, her delicate body shivered, and she suddenly looked up.

She saw the handsome young man sitting in the wheelchair at the entrance.

"Brother Yu?!!"

The beautiful girl exclaimed excitedly, her shiny, beautiful eyes bursting with dazzling light, her lips curving into a joyful smile.

Forgetting all about elegance, she gathered her skirt in both hands and hurried down from the carriage.

Her face was indescribable with joy.

Ning Rongrong, overcome with emotion, dashed towards Luo Yu, the scent of her perfume wafting in the air, and plunged straight into his embrace.

"Rattle——"

The force of Ning Rongrong's impact sent the wheelchair rolling backward until its wheels hit the hotel's threshold.

The wheelchair, with the two huddled together, tilted backward and began to fall.

"Ah!"

Ning Rongrong cried out in alarm, panic flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"It's okay, don't panic."

Luo Yu's handsome face was filled with calmness, his gentle voice soothing her by her ear.

Then, a flash of Nine-colored Soul Light appeared.

The momentum of the wheelchair's fall was halted, and it righted itself back onto the ground.

Ning Rongrong gazed at the man who had appeared countless times in her dreams over the past six months, now close at hand, and her beautiful eyes couldn't help but grow infatuated.

"Brother Yu, I'm sorry, Rongrong forgot that you now have difficulty with your legs because of your cultivation."

Ah Yin had passed on Luo Yu's well-being to her, so of course Ning Rongrong was aware of Luo Yu's health issues; she had just forgotten in her excitement at their reunion.

Luo Yu shook his head, reaching out to neaten Ning Rongrong's slightly disheveled bangs.

"No harm done, could I, a big man, really be toppled by an enthusiastic hug from my own woman?"

Upon hearing the words "my own woman,"

Ning Rongrong's pretty face blushed with shyness, but her beautiful eyes could not hide the overwhelming joy as she wrapped her arms tightly around Luo Yu's waist.

Her cheek nestled against his chest, greedily inhaling his familiar scent.

"Brother Yu, you're finally back. If you didn't return, Rongrong really would have fallen ill with yearning."

Luo Yu affectionately tousled the hair of the beauty in his arms. He knew very well that Rongrong was whimsical and mischievous, like a little witch.

In moments like this, when she was clingy and overly sweet, she truly must have missed him.

"Cough, cough, cough!!"

The sound of a middle-aged man's cough rang out.

Luo Yu looked up.

There he saw Ning Fengzhi, who possessed both a scholarly air and an authoritative presence, and Sword Douluo, an elder with white hair, resembling a sheathed treasured blade.

The two men were standing not far from him.

Sword Douluo seemed okay, but Ning Fengzhi's face was turning green with envy, and Luo Yu could even smell the strong scent of jealousy.

"Head Ning, Sword Douluo."

"It's been a while. How have you been?" Luo Yu greeted them with a smile, extending polite greetings.

Ning Fengzhi teased with a smile, "Well, I was quite alright. When you weren't around, in my daughter's heart, there was still a place for her old dad."

"But now that you're back, where can I fit in? The moment she has her lover, she forgets all about her father."

"Dad~ how can you say that?" Ning Rongrong's face was red with embarrassment as she pouted playfully.

"Oh?" Ning Fengzhi blinked, "Is what your old dad said incorrect? I don't know who's been saying 'Brother Yu' this, 'Brother Yu' that; my ears are practically calloused from hearing it all the time."

Ning Rongrong, shyly burying her face into Luo Yu's chest, said in a soft, mosquito-like voice:

"Though it may be true, you shouldn't say it out loud, it's so embarrassing."

Ning Fengzhi's smile froze for a moment.

Well, not bothering to hide it anymore, are we?

The heart of the old father shattered into a million pieces at that moment.

His gaze turned sorrowfully to Luo Yu, as if to say, without this meddler of a young man, would his daughter have abandoned her dad?

Luo Yu was made to feel quite embarrassed.

The patriarch of one of the upper three families showing such a forlorn look of rejection, it was just too pitiful.

He gave the beautiful girl in his arms a pat on the behind.

"Rongrong, Head Ning is your dad. You should say something nice to cheer him up. How could you break his heart like that?"

Ning Rongrong looked up, smiling sweetly.

"Dear dad, don't be jealous, Rongrong loves you the most."

Ning Fengzhi's mood didn't improve; in fact, it worsened.

His mouth twitched repeatedly.

Do you think I'm a kid who can't get candy, trying to pacify me here?

The most sour part for him was that his own unruly little witch was so gentle and well-behaved with Luo Yu.

"Rongrong, your Brother Yu is not convenient right now, why don't you get off him?"

"I won't," Ning Rongrong pouted, shaking her head repeatedly, "I've finally seen Brother Yu, I want to be close to him a bit longer."

Ning Fengzhi really wanted to say that she could be close, but could she not do it in front of him?

All the years of hard work raising his "little cabbage," and now it's been dug out by someone else, how upsetting.

"Oh!"

Sword Douluo, who was standing by, let out a surprised exclamation.

From the beginning, his gaze was tightly drawn to Luo Yu.

With his many years devoted to the Sword Dao, his perceptions were exceptionally keen.

He always felt a great terror hidden within Luo Yu, making his Seven Kills Sword tremble.

"What's wrong, Uncle Jian?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

Sword Douluo turned his head, a bitter smile with a sigh.

"Fengzhi, if I'm not wrong, I'm afraid even if you and I join hands right now, we might not be Luo Yu's match."

"What?" Ning Fengzhi was shocked, "How is that possible?"

"Uncle Jian, are you saying that it's not the match at the same level you are talking about?"

"Not at all," Sword Douluo said, "I mean that even if the two of us fight desperately."

"What?"

Ning Fengzhi was thoroughly shocked.

What kind of strength Sword Douluo had, he was a top-tier Hyper Douluo, with his Seven Kill Sword Technique unrivalled in the world.

On top of that, with him as the number one assist in the world, fighting desperately and not beating a young man?

"Uncle Jian, you're not joking, right?"

Sword Douluo glanced at him lightly.

"Do you think I'm someone who jokes around?"

"Luo Yu, I'm not wrong, am I?" Sword Douluo asked.

"How did you realize it?"

Luo Yu was puzzled. Although he wasn't disguised, the ability of the Divine Artifact Thousand Illusion Mask to hide his aura was still in effect.

How did the other party realize it?

Seeing that Luo Yu did not deny his speculation, even Sword Douluo, who was usually indifferent, couldn't help but sigh repeatedly.

"Young friend, your talent is truly exceptional and shocking."

"Honestly, I didn't see it for myself."

"You can think of it as Sword Heart or as a sixth sense that can help me perceive a certain level of danger."

Ning Fengzhi's normally astute gaze was somewhat vacant at this moment as he looked at Luo Yu's vibrant and handsome face.

So young, a normal person able to fight a Soul Ancestor would be considered a genius.

This guy has the strength to match him and Uncle Jian combined?

That's outrageous!

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips, unconvinced:

"Dad, what are you staring for? Haven't you known for a long time how monstrous Brother Yu is?"

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo exchanged glances, their veins throbbing.

This girl probably doesn't realize how terrifying it is for the two of them to join forces. The implications behind Luo Yu's ability to fight them at his age are too frightening.

After the initial shock, Ning Fengzhi now looked at Luo Yu with burning eyes.

This was a real catch of a son-in-law, a total jackpot.

The heartache of his daughter being taken away vanished, replaced by excitement and exhilaration. He only wished he had more daughters.

He eagerly said, "Luo Yu my friend, please invite your few girlfriends to get on the carriage, we have prepared a better hotel for you all."

Soon, the Zhu Zhuqing Sisters, Xiao Wu and her mother, Ye Lingling were all walking out, gathering around Luo Yu.

Ning Fengzhi's eyelids twitched.

What a catch, each one of them a stunning beauty, making him, the father-in-law, jealous.

As the absolutely gorgeous Ah Yin and Lan Ling'er, the twin sisters, emerged gracefully.

Ning Fengzhi's gaze sharpened as he gritted his teeth in thought.

This kid took a trip out and managed to bring back a pair?

Does his daughter even have a shot at being the empress in her own home in the future?

No, as her father, I have to boost her morale.

After all, she's the Little Princess from one of the upper three families, my daughter's status in the harem can't be low, right!

"Cough, cough!"

Ning Fengzhi cleared his throat lightly, planning to put on an elegant show to demonstrate that his daughter also had strong backing, so they shouldn't bully her.

"Tap——"

"Tap!"

The sound of high heels echoed, and a graceful golden figure of elegance and luxury stepped out...