"What a coincidence!" Ning Wen said with an awkward smile.
He hadn't expected Meng Shu and the other two to still be chasing the Man Faced Demon Spider, just as they had in the original story, even though it wasn't injured.
"Grandpa, look at him! He stole my Soul Beast again. That's the second time!"
Meng Yiran turned and tugged at Meng Shu's sleeve, her voice full of indignation.
"Yiran, stop making a scene!"
Meng Shu's gaze swept over the Man Faced Demon Spider's mangled body on the ground, and a flicker of regret crossed his eyes.
In the past, if someone had stolen his granddaughter's Soul Ring twice in a row, he would have flown into a rage.
But faced with Ning Wen, he couldn't get angry.
What choice did he have? He couldn't beat the young man!
At her grandfather's words, Meng Yiran's eyes reddened. She felt terribly wronged.
Just then, Chao Tianxiang hurried forward and whispered something in Meng Shu's ear.
Meng Shu's clouded eyes brightened slightly. He looked Ning Wen up and down, growing more satisfied the longer he looked.
Ning Wen was so young, yet his strength was unfathomable. His talent surpassed everyone of this age, and he had deep ties to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He was a peerless prodigy who might not appear again in ten thousand years!
If they could use this chance to forge a connection, or even arrange a marriage, the Dragon Snake Family would surely soar into the heavens for the next century—or even the next millennium.
"Young man, what do you think of this granddaughter of mine?"
With that thought, Meng Shu spoke with a chuckle.
Meng Yiran's cheeks flushed. She couldn't help stealing a glance at Ning Wen, and a faint sense of anticipation stirred