Getting rid of Zhu Xie Chiri, or forcing him out, was a difficult matter for both Meng Zhao and Beitang He.
At the very least, they could not let the Imperial Court suspect them—and they still had to get past that royal clan grandmaster.
The two met twice more afterward and discussed several methods, but none could be made flawless. They did not dare act rashly.
If anything went wrong, neither of them could bear the consequences. They could only delay.
That day, just after noon, the blazing sun hung high in the sky. Golden sunlight poured down, and the temperature over the land had risen somewhat. It was a rare stretch of fine weather.
Meng Zhao was in a room with several of his women, exchanging sweet nothings while also guiding them in the martial path, hoping to improve their cultivation.
With Meng Zhao's current attainments in martial arts, even guiding an Innate powerhouse like Niu Dali would have been more than easy, much less a group of women.
The atmosphere in the room was naturally harmonious as well.
Not to mention Liang Muqiu, Han Lu, and Zhu'er—the newcomers Xun Wenjun, Ding Zhanyun, and Zhuo Muling had already integrated well into the group.
At least on the surface, their relationship was fairly amicable, enough that Meng Zhao did not have to suffer a headache over it.
The three of Xun Wenjun had cultivated respectable martial arts. After all, they came from great clans, and their talent was not poor. At the Acquired Realm, they could be considered quite capable.
Even Xun Wenjun, hailed as a talented lady, was no exception. Being a talented lady was merely a hobby; martial arts were the capital she relied on to settle down and survive.
Most crucially, all three possessed rather refined inner