Meng Zhao was taken aback as well. He had not expected that a Grandmaster would now take the initiative to come and pledge allegiance. But seeing Lü Yue's strange expression, he smiled and scolded,
"You brat, what are you still hiding from me? Speak quickly. What is that person's background? Is there anything inappropriate about them?"
Seeing that Meng Zhao had misunderstood, Lü Yue coughed twice, his gaze drifting as his voice turned somewhat faint.
"Well, this, that... Young Master, this Grandmaster is a woman, and she is exceedingly beautiful. You should go see for yourself!"
Lü Yue did not dare say too much or go into too much detail. Otherwise, it might seem disrespectful to one of his future mistresses. He was being cautious to the extreme.
Meng Zhao was speechless too. He was not actually some lecherous wolf—how could he possibly refuse to let a beauty go the moment he saw one?
Of course, if that beauty possessed martial arts, had a background, or was entangled with enormous interests, then pursuing her was not out of the question.
A man, after all, could temporarily sacrifice his feelings in order to achieve certain goals. Ahem, that was somewhat shameless. Meng Zhao was thoroughly a face-value man; if her looks did not pass muster, then no matter how many interests were tied up with her, he would not spare her a glance.
Thus, the beautiful woman with Grandmaster-level cultivation mentioned by Lü Yue had indeed piqued his interest.
"Fine. Go bring her to this little courtyard. You need not concern yourself with the rest."
Only then did Lü Yue let out a breath of relief. After bowing, he turned and left, clearly eager to cast off that hot potato as soon as possible.
He was an exceedingly intelligent man. Although