Meng Yutong braced one hand against the ground, and the aura around her had withered considerably.
She looked like a "lung mist" so pitiable that anyone would feel sorry for her.
Meng Wudao shook his head slightly and said, "Even after going to the Green Pavilion Sect to become an Elder, you still don't have much skill. Did you really think we were old?"
"Heh... All right, Wudao, say less. Let me ask you this: will you repair that cauldron or not?" Meng Boxi asked finally.
Meng Yutong lifted her eyes to look at him and said coldly, "I will not let you use that demonic cauldron to harm people again!"
"Good, good, good. Since your mouth is so hard, then experience for yourself exactly what kind of cauldron that is!" Seeing her so unable to appreciate kindness, Meng Boxi no longer replied.
Under Jiang Jingyi's gaze, Salted Fish was captured alive just like that.
Then she was taken to a place resembling a grand altar, where a great cauldron large enough to hold two people stood towering.
Last time, Meng Yutong and her disciple had even taken a bath inside it.
Thinking about it, it was still a little hard to look straight at!
And just like that, Meng Yutong was thrown inside, her hands also shackled by the locks above.
The clansmen all gathered before the sacrificial platform.
All of them looked at the woman in the cauldron with astonished expressions. That unfamiliar face was completely unknown to the younger generation.
Only a few old people found her somewhat familiar, but they did not quite dare to confirm it.
Meng Boxi gave a dry cough and said, "Clansmen of the Meng Clan, this woman you now see is precisely the traitor who fled the Meng Clan seven hundred