Afterwards, Ning Xiaoren secretly summoned Ning Ze.
Ning Ze came with a bandage wrapped around his forehead, showing a very respectful attitude toward Ning Xiaoren.
Ning Xiaoren snorted coldly in his heart, knowing well that Ning Ze could have healed the wound on his forehead completely, but deliberately kept it to garner sympathy, showing his grievances and reminding his loyalty and efforts.
"Ning Ze, come, sit." A gentle smile appeared once more on Ning Xiaoren's face.
Ning Ze sat down promptly: "I am indeed puzzled. It was you, Young Clan Leader, who instructed me. But why did you suddenly..."
Ning Xiaoren raised his hand to stop Ning Ze from continuing: "I'll explain in one sentence. The inventor of the Explosive Flame Monkey is actually Ning Zhuo!"
Ning Ze listened, utterly astonished, thinking he misheard: "Wh-what?"
Ning Xiaoren offered no further explanation. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, picked up a teacup, and slowly sipped his tea.