Meng Zihao's Great Dao

After giving him a look to signal that he should find somewhere quiet.

Meng Zihao, catching the hint, nodded and used a spatial divine ability to teleport himself and Tang Yu to a mountaintop.

After setting up a barrier of sword qi to prevent anyone from spying on them, Meng Zihao sat down on the ground and let out a long sigh.

"Worthy brother, this elder brother is suffering inside."

"Fang Meiyun ran off with that Xiao Xiaole, didn't she? Shouldn't you be happy about that?"

Tang Yu asked with a chuckle.

"She did run off, but the problem is, she came to find me and said that from now on, we were brother and sister..."

As Meng Zihao spoke, tears and snot began streaming down his face. "Was becoming her big brother what I, Meng, ever wanted?"

"She really went too far. That woman is incredibly greedy."

Tang Yu clicked his tongue twice beside him. At her age, that old green tea's stench was still overpowering.

"After hearing her say that, I felt that no sorrow was greater than a dead heart. Love truly knows not where it begins, yet once begun, it runs deep; then it weakens, and finally it is exhausted..."

Meng Zihao sniffed up his snot. "But sometimes, I ask myself a question."

"What question?"

"Do I really like Meiyun, or do I like the version of myself who is devoted to Meiyun yet can never have her?"

After pondering for a moment, Tang Yu said earnestly, "Brother Meng, it seems you still haven't figured out where your Dao lies."

"Where my Dao lies?"

The question brought a few more traces of seriousness to Meng Zihao's face. He wiped away his snot with one hand and casually smeared it on his dharma robe.

"Please enlighten me,