Meng Zhao said nothing, merely looking at her with a strange expression. The girl grew a little nervous, then realized that perhaps Meng Zhao did not understand what a Clan War was, so she began explaining on her own.
Seeing this, Meng Zhao waved a hand to interrupt her and said,
"I have heard a little about the Clan Wars of your Tiantian Clan. But I heard that Clan Wars nowadays only involve Grandmasters, Great Grandmasters, and Celestial warriors. You are only in the Houtian Realm—how could you take part in a Clan War?"
Hearing this, the girl was delighted. She was not afraid that Meng Zhao had questions; she was only afraid that he had no interest at all. She hurriedly said,
"Lord Meng, you do not know this. Although the vast majority of our Tiantian Clan's Clan Wars are fought by warriors of high realms, lower-realm warriors are sometimes substituted in. Especially when we are confident, our Feng Clan can take the initiative to make replacements.
"So I, I want to ask Lord Meng to help me. I truly want to participate in the Clan War!"
Meng Zhao regarded the little girl with interest. She was several years younger than Meng Rong, but unlike Meng Rong's spoiled, pleasure-seeking temperament, she possessed a fair measure of responsibility and ambition. She had even dared to come to him on her own to seek guidance.
"Little girl, what is your name? Did you come here of your own accord today, or did someone send you?"
"Reporting to Lord Meng, my name is Feng Susu. I learned of your existence from my father. I greatly admire your martial arts, so I deliberately found an opportunity to come and seek your guidance."
Meng Zhao nodded. Life was like this: when an opportunity came,