To the side, Fan Hong's face was a mask of agony. His fists trembled, but more than anger, he felt heartbreak and disappointment.
Dragon War chuckled. "Oh, I remember now. You must be my darling's childhood sweetheart, Senior Brother Fan, right? I really have to thank you for delivering my precious to me, whole and untouched. You have no idea about last night... Tsk, tsk. It felt so good. The taste..."
'This woman is crying,' Wang Meng observed coldly, 'but would a truly heartbroken person have the presence of mind to be fiddling with the hem of her clothes? Knowing Fan Hong's personality, he was most likely played by her. Back at the Dharma Flower Sect, Fan Hong was the Sect Leader's Disciple, no matter how you sliced it. He might be reserved, but his status was undeniable, so of course this woman latched onto him. The moment she got here and realized Fan Hong was just another face in the crowd, she naturally went looking for a stronger backer.
