One had to admit, a woman's intuition was sometimes truly accurate.
Especially when it came to a man she cared about, her sixth sense was simply invincible.
Chen Mo had clearly changed his face, build, and physique, yet she had still recognized him at a glance.
Looks like my acting still needs work, Chen Mo inwardly sighed.
His eyes had most likely given him away.
"Do not be rude!" Menggete rebuked her.
If Chen Mo were displeased, all his previous hopes and plans would turn into bubbles.
At the same time, he was well aware that the injuries on his daughter's body had most likely been inflicted by Chen Mo.
However, given Chen Mo's strength, the fact that he had chosen to spare Elena's life meant there was not much of a conflict between them.
Thinking this, Menggete immediately felt much more at ease.
Elena did not dare disobey the words of her father, who was also the Family Head and City Lord. She reluctantly spoke at once:
"I'm sorry. I was too rash."
"I accept your apology."
After replying, Chen Mo began to enjoy his dinner.
The taste was passable. Its strength lay in the rich variety and exceptionally high-quality ingredients.
It was clear that Menggete had put considerable thought into hosting him.
However, it was also obvious that this group was restraining their appetites, eating with great refinement.
Under normal circumstances, they were most likely wolfing down their food.
Chen Mo was not interested in any of that. He was planning his next journey.
Having already obtained a map of the Three Northern Cities of the Wage Continent from Menggete, he now faced a question: should he travel east, or fly west?
With no news whatsoever of Yi Feng, he could only take a gamble.
As it happened,