Half a month later.
Li Yun followed Mengmeng—or rather, Qiao Meng—through several twists and turns before they finally reached Sand City.
Qiao Meng had been an Outer Sect Disciple of the Yellow Martial Sect at the Body Tempering Seventh Level.
Her father, Qiao Tai, was an Outer Sect steward of the Yellow Martial Sect and an Aperture Refining Realm martial artist.
Now that she had returned to Sand City, Mengmeng was a name of the past.
Qiao Meng arranged for Li Yun to stay at a hotel, then returned to the Yellow Martial Sect to see her father, Qiao Tai.
Two years had passed.
Having escaped the wolves' den and finally seen her father again, Qiao Meng's eyes reddened.
Under Qiao Tai's questioning, she told him everything she had endured over the past two years, leaving nothing out.
"That Bailixiang is vile... They're a pack of wicked thieves!"
"If I hadn't been born with a powerful mind and learned a Spiritual Martial Art by chance, one that lets me cast illusions to confuse people, those people at Bailixiang really would have violated me..."
"Damn them! How dare they!"
"A mere bunch of country bumpkins dared to treat my daughter like this? They're courting death!"
"Don't worry, daughter. I'll avenge you!"
"Tomorrow... No, today! I'll set out, find Bailixiang, and kill every last one of those scoundrels!"
No father could bear to see his daughter bullied. Though Qiao Meng had been quick-witted enough to cast an illusion on every so-called customer and had never actually been violated, Qiao Tai was still seething with murderous intent.
"No... No, no, no! Please don't!"
"Father, don't act rashly. You mustn't underestimate Bailixiang... These past two years, besides constantly looking for a way to escape, I've been secretly investigating them."
"On the surface, Zhang Laosan