"A Dou Zun expert?"
Chief Steward Meng narrowed his eyes slightly at Ling Ying, who stood in his way.
This man was no weaker than he was.
In the past, Chief Steward Meng would not have feared him.
But now, if this man tied him down, the sounds of battle would draw the attention of the experts at the Misty Cloud Sect. That was what worried him most.
"What do you intend by blocking my path?"
Chief Steward Meng asked, his expression grim.
"I have no other intentions. I simply want Chief Steward Meng to stay here a while longer."
"It would be best if you obliged me. But if you insist on leaving, I'm afraid we'll have to exchange blows."
Ling Ying looked at Chief Steward Meng with a smile.
Keeping this man in the imperial palace was an order Xiao Yan had given him.
An ambitious man like him naturally had to give it his all.
"If you want to keep me here, let's see whether you have what it takes."
Chief Steward Meng sneered at Ling Ying's words.
Although he did not know whose orders this man followed, forcibly keeping him here certainly meant he was up to no good.
"We're both Dou Zun, and you may have even more trump cards than I do."
"I certainly wouldn't gain any advantage by fighting you."
"However..."
Ling Ying paused briefly.
Then he slowly raised his hand and looked at the ring on his finger.
"Senior Medicine Emperor, please restrain this man."
Facing a eunuch with a system, Ling Ying certainly would not have foolishly come here unprepared.
The Medicine Emperor was his backup.
Chief Steward Meng's earlier clash with Lin Shu had shown that he was powerless against Dou Sheng-level attacks.
Even as a soul, the Medicine Emperor