On the other side, Dugu Zixuan found Meng Yuanxuan again.
He was in the middle of discussing affairs with his clansmen, and he was already somewhat displeased at Dugu Zixuan's repeated appearances.
What demand was she going to raise now?
He had already compromised and yielded this much. They were both mighty Dao Integration cultivators; she could not treat Meng Yuanxuan's face like a shoe insole, could she?
"Palace Master Zixuan, this venerable one has already agreed to all your demands. What have you come for now?"
"Fellow Daoist Yuanxuan, don't be anxious!"
"Am I anxious?" Meng Yuanxuan said, somewhat annoyed.
Dugu Zixuan sat down to the side, commanding awe without anger. She lifted her eyes and glanced at him, saying calmly, "Since you are willing to treat the compensation as a dowry and give it to Meng Yutong, in other words, we ought now to be considered reconciled, correct?"
"Reconciled?" Meng Yuanxuan's expression became somewhat subtle. Those words were a little interesting.
No matter what, Meng Yutong could be counted as one of their Meng Clan, with Meng Clan blood flowing in her veins, though no one knew exactly what sort of relationship there was between master and disciple.
If the dowry was taken away, even if one spoke of it in the smallest terms, there had to be a bit of in-law connection, right?
However, Meng Yuanxuan was a seasoned schemer, after all. There was definitely some trap waiting for him in this.
"Palace Master Zixuan, then please speak in front of our clansmen and tell us exactly what sort of reconciliation this is."
Seeing that he had taken the bait, Dugu Zixuan then repeated what Jiang Jingyi and her eldest son had meant earlier.
Upon hearing it, everyone of the Meng Clan in the great hall wore