This was another mystery. Zhen Cheng, Jian Si, and Luo Peng had always wanted to find out exactly how Meng Yan had offended the Seven Star Tower, provoking this Sacred Land of martial arts to make such a tremendous move, traveling thousands of li to the Northern Lands.
Unfortunately, since the matter involved a scandal, the Seven Star Tower had kept it extremely secret. Aside from the Seven Star Tower expert leading the group, even Gan Mingfeng did not know the details.
At this moment, Zhen Cheng had an idea. He opened the food box, and a rich fragrance immediately wafted out. Inside were a large bowl of white rice, a plate of lightly fragrant stir-fried vegetables, a pot of freshly simmered soup still steaming hot, and a somewhat scrawny smoked chicken.
Man was iron, rice was steel; miss one meal and hunger struck hard. Even Meng Zhao could not abstain from food, much less Meng Yan, a wastrel fond of pleasure and amusement. Upon smelling the enticing aroma of the meal, his nostrils twitched, and he made muffled "mm, mm, ah, ah" sounds, as though he had something to say.
Zhen Cheng unsealed Meng Yan's mute acupoint and said,
"Third Young Master Meng, I have released your mute acupoint and allowed you to speak. I hope you can also give me some face. Do not entertain any foolish fantasies, shout and scream, or try to draw anyone's attention. That would be futile. Do you understand?"
With his martial arts, he could subdue Meng Yan again before the man even had the chance to cry out.
Meng Yan felt the blockage in his throat disperse. He coughed twice and finally recovered his ability to speak. "All right, all right, all right. I understand. With your strength, unless my fourth brother