Long Feng had no idea of Meng Zhao's wariness and apprehension. He thought Meng Zhao simply could not let loose in front of others. How could a man bearing dragon blood and possessing a dragon body possibly be some Liu Xiahui, some modest gentleman?
His eyes rolled, and he brushed the matter aside. Calling over his women, he began a fresh fish feast that made their guest feel completely at home.
Afterward, Lord Bei was the first to leave the Crystal Palace and return to Sifang City. Zhao Rulíng could tell that Long Feng seemed to have some plan, but Lord Bei's presence had kept him from speaking. He conscientiously followed Lord Bei out as well, unwilling to make himself unwelcome.
Once only Meng Zhao and Long Feng, the two Celestials, remained in the vast Crystal Palace, Long Feng's expression relaxed considerably. The arrogant, overbearing manner he had displayed earlier vanished, leaving only casual ease in his eyes.
At the same time, he summoned his accompanying concubines and told them to entertain Meng Zhao well, even hinting that so long as Meng Zhao was willing, anything was permissible.
Meng Zhao was startled as well. Good fellow, not only could this man use even his own grandniece, he could sell off his own women too?
He truly did not know how to describe Long Feng's way of thinking. It was so open-minded it had reached an extreme—could he have some peculiar fetish?
Though Long Feng's accompanying concubines were all exceptionally beautiful, plump and slender alike, Meng Zhao did not care for them. After perfunctorily dismissing them, he acted as though nothing had happened and left the Crystal Palace as well.
He felt that if he stayed any longer, Long Feng might yet stir up some new mischief. Leaving first was the