Gazing in the direction Ye Qifeng had left, Meng Yiran looked dejected. For a long time, she could not tear her eyes away, her gaze full of reluctance.
She was wearing a black martial outfit, though it looked rather loose on her, because the clothes were not hers. They belonged to Ye Qifeng.
Yes, over the past three days, her clothes had all been torn to shreds by the external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances, which sprang out from time to time.
Whether that had been deliberate or accidental, only Meng Yiran knew. In any case, she did not mind exposing herself in front of Ye Qifeng at all.
"All right, Yiran, stop staring. Come back to your senses."
Just then, an elderly woman beside her stepped forward, raised a slightly withered hand, and gently patted Meng Yiran's shoulder.
The old woman wore splendid, elegant clothes, and her white hair was meticulously combed. Although her face bore many wrinkles, she was remarkably hale and hearty, her complexion as rosy as a baby's.
She was Meng Yiran's grandmother, the Snake Matriarch Chao Tianxiang of the Peerless Dragon and Snake.
"Grandma, do you think we'll meet again?"
Meng Yiran tightened the loose clothes draped around her and turned toward Chao Tianxiang, asking in a soft, sweet voice.
"You will. That young man is no creature destined to remain in a small pond. One day, his name will resound throughout the Douluo Continent. You'll have your chance to meet again... hmm?"
Chao Tianxiang sighed softly and answered instinctively. Suddenly, she paused and whipped her head around to look at Meng Yiran's pretty face.
"Yiran, you... haven't fallen for him, have you?"
She had been watching her granddaughter all along. Ever since that young man named Ye Qifeng had left, the girl's spirits