"Is that true?" Hua Meiling swept her gaze over the shopkeeper and the two employees in plain clothes who had entered, her face filled with doubt.
"Reporting to the head, the Xuanyuan family said this was their household's private affair, while Miss Mao refused to let the matter go. We didn't know how to handle it, so we sent people to stop them," the young shopkeeper said.
Hua Meiling looked at me and asked, "How does Immortal Xia wish to handle this?"
"I'll go take a look." I hurriedly floated out the door, because Mao Chuchu had already sent me a voice transmission. She said she had gotten herself into trouble. I smiled wryly inwardly. In fact, judging by my calculations, I had known long ago that something like this was bound to happen.
"A hero can never escape a beauty's snare. It has always been so since ancient times." Hua Meiling followed behind me with a laugh, while Li Zhuorui also smiled obsequiously. "There's never a shortage of young women admiring a young hero."
"Haha... Yes, indeed. If this old woman were a little younger, perhaps I might even fall for this young hero." Hua Meiling laughed heartily. Li Zhuorui did not dare answer and merely followed behind, smiling awkwardly.
Before long, we indeed saw a chaotic crowd gathered at the end of the street. Quite a few Dao Third Realm guards had already assembled there. As for Mao Chuchu, she stood with her back to me, puffed up with anger.
In an instant, I reached her side and patted her shoulder before looking straight ahead.
Standing in front of her were two Dao Third Realm immortals blocking the middle of the road. They wore guard uniforms and were clearly Hua Meiling's private soldiers, who ruled the black market.