Wang Meng thought he had hidden himself well, but in truth, nothing he did was hidden from her eyes.
His supposed secrecy was only in his own mind.
If she and Qingqing had been able to leave this place, she would have found an opportunity to take Qingqing away from Wang Meng long ago.
Naturally, his so-called Martial Artist Sequence could not fool her either.
Before fate, no one could hide.
And Wang Meng's supposed Martial Artist Sequence was no exception.
He called it the Martial Artist Sequence, it looked like the Martial Artist Sequence, and it even used blood and qi power.
But she knew exactly what his sequence really was.
By the standards of those novels from before the apocalypse, he would not even qualify as a demonic cultivator. He was an outright evil cultivator.
"No one's a fool," Fang Hong murmured, looking at Wang Meng's retreating figure through the window. She knew that Wang Meng also knew she was aware of his situation.
She also knew that Wang Meng knew she knew about his situation.
They simply had no irreconcilable conflict, so they had remained at peace.
As for the survivors, Fang Hong sighed inwardly again. Before Qingqing advanced to Sequence Seven, she had been capable in a fight, but only about evenly matched with Wang Meng. If Wang Meng brought in his so-called disciples, however, Qingqing would be no match for them.
Keeping Qingqing safe was already all she could manage. Only after Qingqing advanced to Sequence Seven recently had she finally been able to breathe a little easier.
She no longer had to live in constant fear of Wang Meng.
"If nothing goes wrong this time, I hope you won't keep pestering us once we get out," she murmured again, turning her gaze away from