Yu Nanfeng had been personally discovered and nurtured by him. Graceful and pure, flawless as jade, she had always been regarded by him as the finest cultivation vessel.
Yet now, Yu Nanfeng wanted to use a Beauty Trap to worm her way into Meng Zhao's side. It made Nangong Yao's brows knit tightly, as though the top of his head might soon turn a little green.
Just as Yu Nanfeng had said, Meng Zhao's reputation for lusting after women had spread throughout the land along with his title of Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King. Everyone knew of this particular preference of his, and righteous crusaders had denounced no shortage of his absurd exploits.
Precisely because of this, Nangong Yao feared that if he sent Yu Nanfeng to Meng Zhao's side, Meng Zhao would devour her clean before his female disciple could make a move. By then, the Ethereal Physique's effectiveness would be greatly diminished. Would that not be a terrible pity?
Most importantly, Nangong Yao disliked accidents. He did not want events to stray from his expectations, much less have his path toward Gods and Devils cut off because of this.
But then again, he did not truly care whether Yu Nanfeng had ever had a man or whether it was her first time. He had never regarded Yu Nanfeng as his woman. There were no feelings involved; she was merely a tool to be used.
Thus, even if he were cuckolded, he would not care in the slightest. All he cared about was whether he could use Yu Nanfeng to break into a higher realm of martial arts and attain a stronger level of martial skill.
What remained was a contest of the mind.
If Yu Nanfeng failed, the worst outcome would be for this chess piece