It really was one thing subduing another. Zhang Xiaohua was utterly helpless. "Meng, y-you can't be a little less boring?"
"I was boring to begin with. Who has the patience to put up with you pestering me?"
Seeing Meng get angry, Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly said, "Fine, fine, fine. I'll tell you right now."
Then, Zhang Xiaohua told her about the grand protective formation and the Martial Arts Gathering.
"Mm, I did know about the grand protective formation. The Cult Master dragged out every disciple in seclusion, naturally to deal with this matter. But a Martial Arts Gathering? It ought to be quite a grand event. I'm truly looking forward to it!" Meng's eyes gleamed, her expression full of yearning.
"Eh?" Zhang Xiaohua found it strange. "Don't you want to go out for a walk? To Great Forest Temple to deliver an invitation?"
"Pah!" Meng laughed. "That's Senior Brother Xi's business. What does it have to do with you or me? The Cult Master was merely encouraging you!"
"That might not necessarily be so. If Xi Mujun can't make it back, wouldn't we get to go?"
"With something as major as the grand protective formation happening, how could Senior Brother Xi possibly not return? Xiaohua, you should spend more time thinking about how to keep Senior Brother Xi... from becoming suspicious of you!"
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's utterly unconcerned expression, Meng could not help knitting her brows slightly. She asked curiously, "Could it be... you're that certain the Cult Master will send us to Great Forest Temple?"
"Not at all..." Zhang Xiaohua changed the subject and said with a smile, "Now that the Incense-Passing Cult's gates are open, we'll have plenty of chances to fly wing to wing through the martial world in the future. If it doesn't work out this time...