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A refined middle-aged man entered the hall, accompanied by an elderly man in white. If Tang San and Xiaowu were here, they would have recognized him as the bidder they encountered at the auction, the one not even Prince Xue Xing dared to provoke.
This man was none other than Ning Rongrong's father, Sect Master of the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect, Ning Fengzhi, reputed as the number one support-class Soul Master on the continent.
The moment Ning Fengzhi saw his daughter, he hurriedly strode over, "Girl, why are you turning your back to your dad? It's been almost a year, I've missed you so much!"
Ning Rongrong spun around, "Miss me? As if. You're probably happier with me not at home."
Ning Fengzhi, seeing his daughter puffing up in anger, couldn't help but feel a surge of pity. He sat down on the sofa and stretched out his hand to embrace her, but she deftly dodged his attempt with a turn of her body.
