Meng Zhao then obtained a token from True Monarch Fire Dragon and went to meet Tang Ling. No matter what the future held, he had to see this beauty he had befriended back when he was still weak.
As for whether this beauty could accept his fickle heart, or whether she was willing to serve one husband alongside other women, Meng Zhao could not guarantee it.
In Meng Zhao's memory, Tang Ling'er had a young lady's temper and a stubborn disposition. Once she dug in her heels, no one could pull her back.
As a wife or concubine, Tang Ling'er had True Monarch Fire Dragon as her patron, which was sufficient. Yet in terms of temperament, she was far from qualified—at the very least, she was unsuitable.
Of course, she was different from the others after all. She was a memory from Meng Zhao's youth, an old acquaintance, and they shared a certain emotional foundation.
After Meng Zhao and Ao Bing left the main hall, True Monarch Fire Dragon held the porcelain bottle containing the essence blood. His gaze flickered uncertainly. In the end, he sent out a divine thought and summoned the three elder veterans of the sect to discuss the matter.
These three elders were the very ones who had accompanied True Monarch Fire Dragon and the Crimson Flood Dragon outside the mountain gate to investigate the source of the earthquake. They were also three Grandmaster experts. Within Fire Dragon Cave, they held lofty status and immense influence, and could be considered True Monarch Fire Dragon's seniors.
The three men had made extensive arrangements within the sect and had many followers. They had long heard from their subordinates that Meng Zhao had come to pay respects at the mountain.
They also knew that, years ago, Meng Zhao seemed