Behind the stone horse, the adulterous pair who had been whispering seemed to have found their passion again and were preparing to do something indecent.
Suddenly, both their bodies jolted. It felt as though something had struck them.
Their entire bodies stiffened with a crackle, as if they had been struck by lightning. Like the stone horse before them, they could not make the slightest movement. Only their rolling eyes revealed their terror and unease.
Meng Zhao stepped out from a dark corner. The young man facing him had his pupils contract sharply. Tears streamed down his face as he desperately tried to mobilize the inner force in his dantian, but it was all in vain.
Meng Zhao walked up to them. With a subtle movement of his divine art, an exceedingly fine strand of silk shot from his fingertip. In the Dark Night, it was as hidden as nothingness, winding around and binding the two of them together.
Then, with a deft lifting and flicking force, he raised them and hurried toward an empty room he had passed earlier. He intended to interrogate them thoroughly and gather more information.
Actually, Meng Zhao had not initially planned to make a move against this adulterous pair. He bore no gratitude toward Zhou Gushan, only enmity. He could hardly have been happier to see the man cuckolded; he had no notion of being some champion of pure love who believed all NTR men had to die.
However, after the man let slip information concerning him, Meng Zhao realized that although these two were useless within the Zhou Family and knew only how to busy themselves with the matters beneath their trousers, their identities and positions were ultimately different.
One was the younger brother of the Zhou Family head and carried Zhou Family