Taking Ao Qing, one of the Ao Lineage's foremost experts, as her master had greatly broadened her horizons, keeping her from being confined by bloodline alone.
Her falling-out with the Ying Clan's main family bloodline had also, knowingly or unknowingly, made her disregard the role bloodline had played in her growth. She no longer relied on it, instead devoting herself wholeheartedly to Martial Dao Cultivation, laying a solid foundation for attaining grandmaster-level martial arts at such a young age.
As for bloodline power, it was not as though she did not care about it at all. Her martial philosophy was extremely similar to that of her master, Ao Qing: anything that could be used had to be used, and used well.
In Ao Bing's eyes, Meng Zhao could be considered a fine opportunity. Whether it was his insight into martial arts or his extraordinary bloodline, both might bring her improvement. That was what she valued most.
Thus, Ao Bing observed the courtesy due a disciple, showing no negligence because of her Dragon Clan identity or because she and Meng Zhao were of similar age.
In truth, she could not afford to be negligent. Even though Long Feng had introduced him in person, Meng Zhao was still a Celestial Being expert and deserved a certain degree of respect.
Meng Zhao looked at Ao Bing and nodded, a strange glint in his eyes. This woman was rather interesting. She was not one of the women Long Feng had arranged and sent to him to corrupt him, but a martial artist with considerable ambition and excellent potential.
That distinctive Essence, Qi, and Spirit of a martial artist—focused and unwavering—could not be mistaken.
More than that, Meng Zhao could see that this woman felt an exceptionally intense greed toward him. It was not that