Meng Wudao looked at the young man before him, and his heart jolted in shock.
This was the leader of the Western Continent Alliance?
He had long heard his clansmen say the Immortal Alliance's leader was a young man at the Spirit Transformation stage, but he had not expected him to be this young.
But how could he appear here?
Hadn't the gathering of noble clans already ended? Normally, they should have gone to the Immortal Alliance headquarters.
Judging from the other party's posture, it seemed he was still planning to stand up for his master.
A smile spread across Meng Wudao's grave face, and he said in a kindly tone, "So it is the Immortal Alliance leader. Forgive my disrespect!"
"Since the alliance leader knows of the bonds and entanglements between your master and the Meng Clan, you should not speak recklessly about this matter!"
"Because people only speak of the parts that benefit themselves. Who knows whether she added oil and vinegar to it? Sacrificing oneself to the cauldron is the glory of the clan. Everyone does it willingly. Why was she the only one who chose to flee when it came to her?"
"Is that not selfish and cowardly? Whether such a person is worthy of being a master, Alliance Leader Lin, you still need to weigh it carefully!"
Hearing this, Meng Yutong immediately clenched her fists, and her chest rose and fell violently.
What a fine trick of reversing black and white.
He was sowing discord right in front of her.
This old thing was still as shameless as before, able to call white black.
She silently turned her head and glanced at Lin Heng. Her family's Show-off definitely would not be bewitched by his few words.
*What does this Old Deng take me for? You're