A moment later, Hong Tianzheng came before Meng Zhao and said somewhat awkwardly,
"General Lu, my wife is feeling somewhat unwell. Let us step outside and talk first."
Meng Zhao had no choice but to leave the room with him. As for Madam Hong, she seemed to be sulking. The way she looked at Hong Tianzheng no longer held the same tender, water-soft affection as before.
This gave Meng Zhao a better understanding of her. Though she appeared gentle and graceful, she was not without a temper.
"General Hong, what exactly happened? Had we not agreed that I would help Madam Hong undergo a Martial Dao blood replacement?
"This concerns Madam Hong's health, and even whether she can cultivate the Martial Dao in the future and dissolve that icy force on her own. It is all closely tied to this. What difficulty could there be?"
The moment they stepped outside, Meng Zhao immediately put on an unhappy expression and spoke impatiently to Hong Tianzheng. He had deliberately adopted this attitude. Otherwise, it would look as though he were eagerly groveling before them, making himself seem far too lacking in dignity.
What came too easily was never valued. If he made his abilities seem too cheap and his temper too mild, others would easily get the impression that he was weak and easy to bully. He had to put on the proper airs, and make them plain.
Besides, Martial Dao blood replacement was not something that could simply be done on a whim. It also depended on the person's physical condition.
Seeing Meng Zhao's displeased expression, Hong Tianzheng grew worried as well. Setting everything else aside, he hurriedly explained,
"Please do not be angry, General Lu. It is simply that my wife cannot get past that hurdle..."
According to Meng Zhao,