One bag of gold soul coins was understandable.
Two bags were still acceptable.
But this many bags… He was a prince who had fled his homeland, not a prince who actually enjoyed the privileges that came with the title.
He certainly had money, but if he spent it this recklessly, how was he supposed to live afterward?
His movements hesitated.
For just one second.
Ning Rongrong caught that second perfectly.
She looked Dai Mubai up and down, her gaze resembling that of someone looking at a sick cat desperately trying to appear intimidating.
“What a show-off.” She tossed the words out disdainfully, then casually pulled a key from the stunned manager’s hand.
With Ning Que still on her back, she proudly turned and headed up the stairs.
Her skirt swayed lightly behind her.
Dai Mubai remained where he stood, his complexion shifting between pale and livid.
A trace of darkness flashed through his eyes as he stared at her retreating figure.
Soul power slowly surged within his body, but he forcibly suppressed it.
A girl who could casually spend more than even he, a prince, was clearly no ordinary person.
Just who was she?
And what about that kid on her back who had been sleeping from beginning to end?
The other party definitely had a background, but he had no idea how powerful it was.
He needed to keep his identity hidden, so… The twin sisters exchanged glances.
One of them cautiously asked, “Young Master Dai… are we still staying?” “Staying?
For what?” Dai Mubai swept his sleeve, grabbed the money pouch from the counter, and strode out of the hotel.
A ball of anger burned in his chest.
Once he found out who those two were, if their background wasn’t anything special, he would make sure they learned the consequences of offending the young master Dai!
And the more arrogant that girl was now, the more satisfying it would be later!
…
Outside the Rose Hotel.
After Dai Mubai’s figure disappeared around the corner, two figures that had nearly blended into the night quietly emerged from the shadows.
They were the two guards of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
They had been ready to act as well.
If that man had dared lay a hand on the young miss and Young Master Ning, they would have subdued him immediately.
Fortunately, Young Master Dai hadn’t done anything foolish.
But the way that man had looked at the young miss had been wrong.
To prevent him from bothering the young miss and Young Master Ning again, it was necessary to intervene in advance, investigate his background, and reveal their identities if necessary… The two exchanged a glance and prepared to split up.
Suddenly— A night breeze swept past, sending several fallen leaves tumbling around the corner.
A figure appeared in front of them at some point.
He wore a tattered black robe and had a burly build.
He looked like a shadow torn directly from the darkness.
His hood was pulled low, concealing most of his face and revealing only a stubbled chin.
He simply stood there without making any unnecessary movement.
Yet both Soul Saint-level guards simultaneously felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet all the way up their spines.
“Who are you?!” Guard A shouted coldly.
His soul power instantly surged to its limit, and seven soul rings illuminated beneath his feet.
Guard B likewise released his soul rings and assumed a defensive stance.
The black-robed man didn’t answer.
He took one step forward.
Just one step.
One soul ring after another silently rose beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
Nine soul rings.
And the final one was a dazzling red.
The pupils of the two guards contracted sharply.
A Titled Douluo.
And a Titled Douluo who possessed a 100,000-year soul ring.
Cold sweat seeped into Guard A’s palms, but he didn’t retreat even half a step.
Gritting his teeth, he asked, “Senior, who exactly are you?
Why have you stopped us?” Tang Hao’s gaze swept over the two guards.
His voice was deep and hoarse, seemingly rumbling up from the depths of his chest.
“The Clear Sky Sect and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have always maintained good relations.” The two guards froze.
After a pause, he continued, “What is your relationship with that young man and woman?” The guards’ expressions changed.
The fact that this man could identify the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and had specifically asked about the identities of the young miss and Young Master Ning meant he had clearly witnessed the confrontation on the street.
Guard A drew a deep breath.
He knew there was no point concealing anything from a Titled Douluo.
Moreover, the man had mentioned the Clear Sky Sect.
As members of the Upper Three Sects, they all understood the relationship between their sects.
“That young woman is Ning Rongrong, daughter of the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.” Guard A straightened his back.
“She is also the future heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.” Guard B continued, “That young man is Ning Que.
He is a branch disciple of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but his status within the sect is special.
He has personally been designated by the Sect Master and the two Titled Douluo seniors as one of the sect’s future guardians.” “Guardian?” A subtle change entered Tang Hao’s voice.
He understood the meaning of heir.
It was no secret that the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi, had a daughter.
Having an auxiliary-type soul master serve as the heir was also perfectly normal.
But a guardian… That title was not something a sect would bestow casually.
It meant that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect regarded that young man as a core force who would one day protect the sect.
Tang Hao recalled the young man he had seen on the street.
He had slept from beginning to end, letting a young girl carry him around.
He even needed someone to help him turn over.
The commotion of others nearly coming to blows hadn’t been enough to wake him.
That lethargic appearance was worlds apart from any sect guardian Tang Hao had ever imagined.
His appearance, however, certainly qualified.
Tang Hao had to admit that the young man possessed an exceptionally handsome face.
When the sunlight had fallen upon his golden hair, even Tang Hao had taken a second look.
But that was all.
He hadn’t noticed anything particularly extraordinary about the young man.
“That boy called Ning Que…” Tang Hao slowly spoke.
“I couldn’t see anything about him that would justify the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect placing such importance on him.” The two guards exchanged a glance but said nothing.
Ning Que’s affairs were not something they could casually discuss with outsiders.
Tang Hao didn’t press the matter either.
He hadn’t come here to pry into the secrets of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Knowing the identities of those two was enough.
Fortunately, no serious conflict had occurred.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was the world’s strongest auxiliary sect and its wealthiest sect.
No one wanted to offend such a colossal force over a few words, not even Tang Hao.
Tang San and Xiao Wu had merely argued with the other party for a few moments.
It couldn’t be considered a major incident.
As for the others, that was beyond his concern.
Tang Hao’s eyes flickered faintly beneath the shadow of his hood.
If someone insisted on courting trouble, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would naturally deal with it themselves.
There was no need for him to interfere.
“In that case…” Tang Hao turned around, his black robe billowing in the night wind.
“Then there’s nothing more to discuss.” As his voice faded, his figure silently melted into the darkness just as it had appeared.
The two guards remained where they were, their backs already soaked in cold sweat.
After a long while, Guard A finally let out a long breath.
“A Titled Douluo with a 100,000-year soul ring?
The Clear Sky Sect?
Could it be that person…” “Tang Hao!
The Clear Sky Douluo!” “We must report this to the sect master immediately.” The two reached the same conclusion.
Their figures flashed, and each disappeared into the night.
…
Rose Hotel, top-floor suite.
Moonlight was like gauze outside the window, gently draping over the two figures on the bed.
At some point, Ning Rongrong had rolled across the “pillow boundary” between them.
Her head rested against Ning Que’s shoulder, a faint smile playing on her lips as she slept soundly.
Ning Que remained in the same position, his breathing steady and even.
If someone leaned close enough, they could even hear him mumble something softly in his sleep… “Another… another serving…” “You’re eating even in your dreams.” Ning Rongrong muttered softly, unable to resist reaching out and poking his cheek.
“What are you dreaming about?” End of Chapter