Meng Zhang's eyes flickered. He seemed to understand why Immortal King Yitu had been so gentle toward Ranxi. For a divine artifact to acknowledge someone as its master, aside from that person being outstanding enough, there was only one other possibility: she had originally been the artifact's owner.
Thinking of what he had heard before—that after the war of the gods, many severely wounded God Venerables had used reincarnation and recultivation to heal their injuries and raise their cultivation—he had already guessed Ranxi's identity. He immediately said:
"Immortal King, please quell your anger. Meng Zhang would never harbor any improper thoughts."
Only then did Immortal King Yitu withdraw the pressure he had placed upon Meng Zhang and say blandly:
"Meng Zhang, your task is to guard Mengxia Immortal City and ensure that Evil Immortals do not stir up trouble beneath your very nose. Others will concern themselves with the rest. Do you understand?"
"Meng Zhang understands."
After running into a wall, Meng Zhang returned to his cultivation room and furrowed his brow. His fingers continuously rubbed together, while the light in his eyes shifted and dimmed.
No matter what Meng Zhang had planned, by the time he wanted to approach Yunxi, Immortal King Yitu and the other two had long since vanished from the City Lord's Mansion.
At that moment, Immortal King Yitu had already sent the three of them outside Ziyuan Immortal City and given them a few brief instructions:
"Ranxi, send a signal once you have investigated the situation. Do not act rashly. A Immortal Lord is stationed in the Fan Family, so do not let them wipe you all out in one sweep."
"Yes, Immortal King. We will be cautious."
Yi Tu did not waste any more words. With a flicker of his figure, he vanished before