Meng Zhao shook his head and smiled.
"It seems you truly don't know much about this matter. Otherwise, you would never dare boast so confidently.
"You can tell Cao Quan'an that the thing Hong Minghui held has already been given to me. Now, this is a matter between him and me.
"I hope to reach a satisfactory cooperation with him. For instance, we can sit down together and plot that matter.
"If we succeed, everyone will be delighted. I will persuade Hong Minghui to conceal her name and identity from then on, treating her as though she died in that conflict.
"But if Cao Quan'an refuses, then we will each rely on our own abilities!"
Having said that, Meng Zhao flashed away once more, using Wind God's Leg to ride the wild wind into the distance, leaving only Boss Xu standing there in stunned silence, lost in thought.
Early the next morning, Boss Xu shut down Yawen Xuan Bookstore and led the survivors out of Kaiyan County City, heading for the Hong Sect in Longxiang County.
Meng Zhao paid them no mind. Taking this opportunity, he returned to Little Cold Village in the countryside.
After several days of rest and adjustment, Hong Minghui had completely adapted to the long, tranquil, carefree life of the countryside.
She had shed her splendid silken robes and changed into coarse hemp clothes. She had even deliberately made herself look ugly with makeup; she was now no different from an ordinary village woman.
Meng Zhao found this quite gratifying. Though he had taken Hong Minghui in, all initiative remained in his hands, and he hoped Hong Minghui would clearly understand her own position.
Even if she wanted revenge in the future and wished to borrow Meng Zhao's strength, she had to state it plainly. She