After getting Shi Hao's answer, Meng Chuan knew how to deal with the Gray-Clothed Woman.
High in the air, the atmosphere between them had grown increasingly tense.
Those who came in peace did not block the road.
They blocked my way and threatened to kill me. Now they've gone silent for so long. Who knows what they're plotting?
Maybe I should strike first.
Then Meng Chuan waved a hand. "Sorry for the interruption, fellow Daoist. It's been a pleasure talking with you today. If we get the chance, I'll treat you to tea!"
"..."
The Gray-Clothed Woman was baffled. What did he mean?
They had stopped her, but had they even exchanged ten sentences?
Perhaps not even five. How did that count as a pleasant conversation?
Besides, something felt strange to her.
In her experience, when someone blocked your path, something always happened.
Yet all they had done was exchange a few words, fall silent, and stare at one another.
And that was it? They were letting her go?
Where was the menace of a highway robbery? Where was the force behind blocking her path?
It all felt strangely flat and abrupt.
She almost wanted them to attack her instead.
Fortunately, the Gray-Clothed Woman was a cultivated person who had never picked up such habits. Otherwise, she would have cursed.
Fucking idiots.
"Don't misunderstand, fellow Daoist. Tower Brother and I simply admire your bearing and came specifically to meet you."
Meng Chuan looked utterly sincere, as though he had not just been wavering between attacking and holding back.
Admiration. Nothing but admiration.
As for attacking, you must have misheard. Even if someone said it, that was definitely Little Pagoda.
I, Meng Chuan, am a cultivated man who talks things through. How could I say anything so crude?
"Now that I've