After fuming for a while, Fang Meiyun thought it over and decided to visit one of the sect's minor realms to ask Meng Zihao for help.
After all, the guy was fearless and strong enough.
If she let that bastard Tang Yu keep cultivating, perhaps in just a few years, even she would no longer be his match!
Once she entered the minor realm, Fang Meiyun immediately spotted Meng Zihao sitting in the lakeside pavilion, staring intently at a jade slip in his hand.
He had not even noticed her arrival.
This gave Fang Meiyun a bad feeling.
A jade slip?
Could it be that bastard Tang Yu's work?
With a thought, she teleported directly in front of Meng Zihao and asked, "How is your recovery going?"
Startled awake, Meng Zihao immediately looked awkward. He hurriedly set down the jade slip and smiled.
"Thank you for your concern, Junior Sister Meiyun. After resting a while longer, I should be more or less recovered."
"It's good that you can recover."
Fang Meiyun nodded, then pointed at the jade slip in Meng Zihao's hand and asked, "You were so engrossed just now. What is that?"
At her question, a flash of panic immediately crossed Meng Zihao's eyes.
Then he pretended to be unconcerned and said, "A dear old friend returned from traveling some days ago and recorded the beautiful sights he saw along the way for me to admire."
"Is that so? Then let me have a look too."
"This..."
Meng Zihao instantly looked troubled.
Seeing his troubled expression, Fang Meiyun's face darkened. She directly used her divine ability to snatch the jade slip into her hand.
After sweeping it with her divine sense, Fang Meiyun truly felt like killing someone.
She knew it. That bastard really had been looking at that