After Meng Chuan left, another person appeared before Meng Zhao. It was Liang Muqiu, who had grown ever more peerlessly elegant.
Clad in a water-blue warrior's golden attire, her lush, tempestuous figure was displayed beyond doubt, enough to stir the desire of any normal man. Yet her aloof, forceful temperament, along with the aura brought by her formidable martial arts, made others shrink away at the sight of her.
As a descendant of the Peerless Prince Liang and bearer of the Ice Lotus Physique bloodline, Liang Muqiu's martial arts had also advanced at a blistering pace under Meng Zhao's guidance, gradually approaching the level of the Pudu Cult's Four Great Dharma Kings.
The two had known each other for a long time, and their feelings had deepened by the day. They had completely become one family, with no barriers between them.
Thus, Liang Muqiu did not bother concealing anything or speaking in hypocritical circles before Meng Zhao. In a distinctly dissatisfied tone, she said,
"Are you really going to involve yourself in this? It's far too rash. This time, Meng Yan has offended Seven Star Tower, one of the Thirteen Families—not some ordinary force. You don't even know what Meng Yan actually did. You could very well end up setting yourself on fire."
"Besides, don't forget that we're being watched right now. Given your current reputation and martial prowess, whoever has their eye on you is definitely no minor character. Could this be another trap laid by them?"
Liang Muqiu was both emotional and rational. She was emotional when it came to Meng Zhao, but rational toward anyone who might harm him. Thus, she did not want Meng Zhao to take on this hot potato.
There was also something Liang Muqiu did not say. At present, the Southern An Meng