Chen Lin had never imagined he would run into Zhao Mengru aboard this ship. Suddenly, the memories of their time beneath the Ancient Temple came into sharp focus.
After all these years, her cultivation was only at the Qi Condensation 8th Layer. It seemed her aptitude was nothing special either.
Her appearance had hardly changed, though she looked much more mature. After all, she must have been in her forties by now. If cultivators did not age slowly, her face would probably have been crawling with wrinkles.
"Zhao Mengru, you should feel honored that I've taken a fancy to you. I'll give you two choices: come quietly and sleep with me right now, or go out and hunt sea beasts immediately. But let me remind you, ordinary fish and shrimp won't do. They must be monster beasts. You've fallen behind on quite a few assignments over all this time!"
The cabins on the lowest deck were all large communal rooms, with a hall in the middle. An old cultivator in gray robes, with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, was spewing outrageous demands at Zhao Mengru, whose face was filled with anger.
Many people stood watching, but none spoke up for Zhao Mengru. They were all merely enjoying the spectacle.
The two female cultivators beside her also looked at the old cultivator fearfully. His standing aboard the ship was probably quite high.
Chen Lin stood behind the crowd with his arms folded, watching with a smile. He wanted to see how the impish woman he remembered would resolve her predicament.
"Xu Dachang, don't push me too far! The newly arrived Senior Chen knows me. If you make me angry, I'll have him slaughter you!"
Zhao Mengru lifted her chin and suddenly said something that startled Chen Lin. For a moment,