Inside Dragon Pool Temple, Meng Zhao had used the Art of Disguise to pose as Qi Fang's deadbeat husband. His acting was utterly convincing; anyone who saw him would take him for a nobody through and through, one whose relationship with Qi Fang was far from good.
Outside Dragon Pool Temple stood rows upon rows of farmhouses, home to the tenant farmers working the temple's lands. Since the land belonged to the temple, the authorities could not levy taxes on it. Its scale was therefore considerable, and Dragon Pool Temple was one of the few major landowners in all of Kaiyan County.
These past days, Qi Fang had followed Meng Zhao and worked diligently at her martial training. She possessed decent talent, had ample secret medicines to support her cultivation, and received close guidance from an expert like Meng Zhao. Her progress had been rapid, and she was not much inferior even to Fang Han.
Her overall fighting ability had not undergone any earth-shaking transformation, but her ability to evade and flee for her life had increased greatly.
That day, Master Baohong of Dragon Pool Temple called Qi Fang aside and spoke to her for a while. His expression did not look good.
When she returned, before Meng Zhao could ask anything, Qi Fang spoke of her own accord.
"It should be the person you were waiting for. Master Baohong just told me that the temple found out he had let us stay in this farmhouse for free and had already reprimanded him. They have ordered us to move out tonight. It can only be the Fang Family making their move."
As she spoke, Qi Fang's gaze drifted, her face turned pale, and her lush, delicate body trembled faintly. Her entire being sank into an indescribable terror.
Her mother had