"Master."
Meng Zhi murmured inwardly, wanting to contact the Soul Banner with his divine sense.
Yet with his late Spirit Transformation cultivation, he simply could not extend his divine sense in the presence of a Saint, much less contact Tu Shan Jun.
Meng Zhi was a clever man.
He immediately understood his situation.
He reached into his sleeve.
It was empty.
Only then did Meng Zhi remember.
Back then, for the convenience of his master Tu Shan Jun, he had hidden the Soul Banner within the grand formation of the underground palace's fire vein as well, rather than keeping it at his side.
More importantly, he had never expected a Saint of the Yu family to come knocking so brazenly.
That left him in a predicament now.
Yet faced with such circumstances, Meng Zhi did not panic.
He merely stared quietly at the jade slip in his hand.
Then he laughed.
Perhaps he was laughing at how a pillow had arrived just as he grew sleepy, or perhaps he was laughing at the situation he now faced. He could find no excuse to refuse a Saint's invitation, nor could he simply decline to go.
Living amid a great clan with roots tangled and intertwined, I cannot rest easy either. So be it.
Meng Zhi rose calmly and cupped his hands. "It is precisely what I desire, though I dared not ask for it."
"Excellent!"
The ethereal Saint's voice was greatly pleased upon hearing this, praising him without end.
As it spoke, it also withdrew the divine sense that had enveloped him.
Meng Zhi said, "I have only just emerged from seclusion. If I leave rashly, it will be difficult to explain things to my family. I ask that Senior allow me to leave a message behind."
"Of course."
The Saint's