Lingdu Mountain enthusiastically sized up Wang Meng. "Haha, if you don't mind, I'll call you Younger Brother Wang. You seem to be a Saint Cultivator, Younger Brother Wang, so how did you end up with..."
In the past, everyone gave Yanm Yuyue a wide berth. But today was just her lucky day—first she was hunted down, and then she had to be saved by someone else. It was more humiliation than she had suffered in over a decade.
Wang Meng glanced at the astonished Yanm Yuyue. "Elder Ling, may I have a word in private?"
Although Yanm Yuyue wanted to listen, Lingdu Mountain had just saved her life, so she couldn't very well say anything.
"Younger Brother Wang, you and that elder..."
Wang Meng smiled. "You mean that old man? He wants to take me as his disciple, but I'm not interested, so he pesters me whenever he's bored."
