Meng Family Manor, Flower Valley, Summer Retreat Pavilion.
The sun blazed fiercely; insects chirped and frogs croaked, brimming with life.
Dressed in azure robes with his long hair hanging loose, Meng Zhao sat upon a tall chair carved from polished, translucent ice jade. Holding a letter in hand, he wore a strange expression as he said, "How did Meng Yan provoke people from Seven Star Tower? And why did he come to me instead of writing to Eldest Uncle and Third Uncle for help? Does he expect me to overstep my bounds and act in place of the elders?"
The cause of it all was the letter in his hand, which had come from his nominal cousin, Meng Yan.
Of the Meng Clan's third branch, Meng Hongdao had two sons: Meng Yan and Meng Chuan.
Among the direct line, Meng Chuan ranked fifth. He was now serving under Meng Zhao, and after a considerable period of training and tempering, his improvement had been nothing short of astonishing.
He had made tremendous progress in martial arts. With Meng Zhao's help, he had already entered the Innate Realm, and the moment he broke through, he had charged straight toward the power of the seven apertures. His foundation was deep and solid, no worse than those with Star Bodies.
In his dealings with others, he had also shed his former recklessness and lack of restraint. His temperament had grown far more composed, and his future was boundless.
Setting aside Meng Hongdao's affection and expectations for Meng Chuan, Meng Zhao himself also thought highly of this cousin.
After all, nominally speaking, they were cousins by blood. Clan ties and brotherhood were far more likely to earn recognition and loyalty than other relationships.
Compared with Meng Chuan, who was promising and likable, Meng Yan was