Even Han Lu, whose martial arts had once been the weakest, had long since cultivated the Innate Martial Dao. Crushing Fu Fei would be no trouble at all.
"Besides, even if Fu Fei has some trick or conspiracy up his sleeve, I still carry Meng Lang's power. If he truly harbors evil intentions, he is merely overestimating himself and courting death."
Hearing Ding Zhanyun say this, the Ding Family head finally set his mind at ease. Yes, Meng Zhao was already a Great Grandmaster, his martial arts unfathomable. What could a mere Fu Fei possibly do?
After sending her father away, Ding Zhanyun lifted her skirts and hurried after Fu Fei, seemingly desperate for the Body Purifying Incantation.
One before the other, they arrived at a small courtyard not far from the Ding Family residence. There was no one around.
Fu Fei invited Ding Zhanyun inside and tightly shut the doors and windows. Then, with great enthusiasm, he boiled water, brewed tea, and laid out pastries, as though he intended to have a heart-to-heart talk with her.
Ding Zhanyun did not have that much patience. She said bluntly,
"Let's speak plainly. I cannot possibly send you into the Yangwu Army, but I do want the Body Purifying Incantation in your hands. Think about it—what do you need me to do?"
This was, naturally, a perfectly normal exchange of interests. Ding Zhanyun actually possessed quite a few valuable items, including treasures that even Grandmasters would covet, all of them gifts from Meng Zhao.
Naturally, she had the confidence to say such things.
Yet Fu Fei did not answer. Instead, he remained silent for a long while, until the water in the teapot before him came to a bubbling boil and steamed. Only then did he burst into laughter, revealing his true