A dazzling light flashed through Yu Nanfeng's eyes, and boundless joy welled up in her heart in an instant. It was because, with just that one glance, based on her first impression of Meng Zhao, she sensed that he truly had the ability—and might be able to save her.
Of course, there was no doubt that Meng Zhao's strength was extraordinarily formidable. Saving her should not have been difficult for him. But whether he was willing to save her, whether he would save her at all, was another matter entirely. That depended on what value she held for Meng Zhao.
After leading Yu Nanfeng into the room, Lü Yue bowed to Meng Zhao and then turned to leave.
Meng Zhao set down the manual of secret techniques he had written by hand. His gaze upon Yu Nanfeng was calm and profound, utterly unreadable.
"Your qi is condensed and your spirit gathered; your entire body is murky and ethereal. Your cultivation is exquisite, and even among Grandmasters, you are no weakling. In this vast world, you could roam freely wherever you pleased. Why have you come to offer your allegiance to the Meng Family? Could it be that you harbor ill intentions?"
With a single sentence, he utterly shattered the initial impressions they had formed of one another. It also made Yu Nanfeng truly realize that this Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King was no fool who let lust cloud his mind, simple-minded and heedless once desire rose in him.
She was certain that when Meng Zhao first saw her, his eyes had been full of appreciation. Though it could not be called love at first sight, he had certainly seemed inclined to be stirred by her beauty. Yet she had not expected his will to be so firm, nor