Gan Mingfeng's mouth had already split into a wide grin. He was thrilled beyond measure, especially when he saw the constipated expressions on Peng Haibing's and Lu Hou'er's faces. His spirits soared so high that he was just short of humming a little tune in celebration.
From beginning to end, he had sensed the intense malice those two held toward him. It was only because of Meng Zhao that they had no choice but to follow his instructions. Now that he saw them suffer a setback, he was naturally in an excellent mood.
Meng Zhao had clear, bright brows and eyes, a jade-like Dragon Manifestation, and an exceptional bearing. Coupled with the Hidden Dragon Vein within him, he appeared gentle and approachable. Anywhere he went, he would be considered a renownedly handsome man of fine grace.
Unfortunately, Peng Haibing and Lu Hou'er regarded him as a monstrous flood—a towering, raging flood with fangs bared and claws unfurled, ready to swallow them whole at any moment.
Anxiety filled Lu Hou'er's heart. The Demonic Script at his brow constantly flickered into being and vanished. After pondering for a moment, he stepped forward and clasped his fists.
"Dragon King Meng, you truly are a favored son of heaven. Not only did you seize Mu Yi's Imperial Sui fortune and claim both the Sheji Cauldron and the Hidden Dragon Vein, you even came here and encountered the fortunes left behind by two Supremes.
"Still, this place is ultimately strange. Even if you have obtained supreme fortune, you must possess the means to leave this place."
So I hope you can remain rational and refrain from acting rashly. If the two of us die, you may not necessarily gain any advantage.
The first half was flattery, sweet words meant to improve his standing. The latter