"Oh?"
After hearing her out, Mei Zhuang couldn't help laughing. "He really said that?"
"He did."
Island Lord Yunmiao nodded.
But Mei Zhuang's reaction left her baffled. "So, my lord, you really did take Ji Yuan in?"
"Yes. I took him in. He's one of Shang Court's people now."
Mei Zhuang nodded solemnly, then said, "If you run into him again, remember to bring him to me."
"Yes..."
Island Lord Yunmiao cupped her hands. "I'll take my leave."
"Go on."
Mei Zhuang waved a hand. Only when her figure vanished among the mountains did he look away, lost in thought.
He wouldn't bow to me in person, but afterward he wanted to use my name to go around committing misdeeds and deceiving people?
Since when was life so easy?
The next time Mei Zhuang saw Ji Yuan, he intended to seize him no matter what. Even if he had to keep Ji Yuan confined at his side, he would make him stay.
You like calling yourself one of Shang Court's people, don't you? Then you can stay by my side.
But compared with the affairs of the world, Ji Yuan was a trifling matter, hardly worth Mei Zhuang's attention.
The thought flashed through his mind, and he soon put it aside.
What truly weighed on him was Shang Court.
He hadn't intended to show himself. He had planned to watch from the shadows as the world's great powers circled, broke apart, and came together again, then act at the final, decisive moment...
One man would settle the fate of the realm.
But not long ago, Mei Zhuang had met someone and learned that the Demonic Cultivators of Shangxi had joined forces with the madmen of the Abyssal Continent. They meant to catch the Six Immortal Sects of Shangdong in a