Then the Red Clad Girl rose gracefully and spoke softly in her captivating voice:
"Brother Meng, after yesterday's fierce battle, I thought you would need some time to recover your strength, so I specifically instructed the servants not to disturb your rest. I never expected you to regain your energy so quickly. It's truly admirable."
After she finished speaking, An Ning'er called for the proprietor to bring over a bowl of steaming soup and several baskets of fragrant meat buns.
Hearing An Ning'er's form of address, Meng Qingshan froze for a moment. Could I have become Wang Ruozhi's stand-in?
He waved a hand and said, "You're too kind, Miss Ning'er. I was a little tired yesterday, but after one night's rest, I'm as good as new. How could people of the martial world let a few minor injuries delay their journey?"
An Ning'er was taken aback, then asked, "Brother Meng, does that mean... you're leaving today?"
Meng Qingshan nodded. "That's right. I have important business to attend to, so I can't stay long."
With that, Meng Qingshan didn't refuse. He sat down across from the Red Clad Girl and began heartily devouring the steaming meat buns and hot soup, exuding a bold, carefree air.
The Red Clad Girl, seated opposite Meng Qingshan, rested her chin lightly in her hand, her gaze fixed on him as she scrutinized him from head to toe.
Ever since Meng Qingshan had begun cultivating the Ling Shu Atlas these past few days, his physical condition had improved significantly, and his appetite had steadily grown along with it.
In no time, Meng Qingshan swept the food before him away like a gust of wind, leaving nothing behind.
An Ning'er was about to order more food, but Meng Qingshan stopped her with a gesture, indicating he'd had