Shi Hao's words struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, like thunder erupting from level ground.
They stunned everyone who had come to see Meng Chuan off.
Even the True Immortal from the Boundary Sea, who had been struggling up the Dam in hopes of entering the Immortal Domain, jerked his head up.
A secret crush?
Now this was exciting.
At the far end of the Dam, Meng Chuan froze. As though five bolts of lightning had struck his head, he stood utterly dazed.
You, you, you little brat—what are you saying?
Willow God and the others silently turned toward Shi Hao, strange looks in every eye.
Shi Hao shrank back. He could almost feel killing intent.
But even if it cost him his life, he was going to say it.
"Uncle Meng, you have to come back and tell Willow God yourself! She's waiting for you to say it!" Shi Hao kept shouting.
"Don't you dare let Willow—mmph, mmph, mmph!" A hand suddenly clamped over Shi Hao's mouth.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Meng Chuan, flushed with embarrassment and anger, had come straight back and covered Shi Hao's mouth.
Meng Chuan remembered that Shi Hao had once threatened him with this very thing.
He had never expected the brat to say it in front of everyone.
Outrageous! How could he say something like that outright?
No, wait. There was nothing to say! The whole thing was groundless, made up out of thin air!
When had he ever had a secret crush on Willow God? Even a rumor needed a whiff of wind or the trace of a shadow. This had neither.
Was Shi Hao just going to say whatever came to mind?
While pinning Shi Hao down, Meng Chuan looked at Willow God with an awkward smile.
"Willow