The headquarters of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.
In the main hall, Ning Fengzhi, dressed in white finery, was holding a cup of fragrant tea, his eyes looking into the distance with a hint of thought.
Opposite him, the white-haired Sword Douluo took a sip of tea and smacked his lips before speaking.
"It's been a year since Rongrong and the others went to the Sea God Island. I don't know what's going on with them now."
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched.
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