After hearing Meng say that Mochou City was a place they had to visit, Zhang Xiaohua was greatly surprised. "Why do we have to go to Mochou City?"
Meng looked at him and shook her head slightly. "This concerns the female disciples of Mocu Palace. You cannot know about it."
"Who cares?" Zhang Xiaohua rolled his eyes even harder. "You female disciples sure have a lot of matters, all mysterious and secretive!"
As he spoke, he gave Huanhuan a pat and sped forward.
Seeing that Zhang Xiaohua was angry, Meng hurriedly urged her horse after him and said carefully, "It is not that I refuse to tell you, Xiaohua. This concerns the female disciples of Mocu Palace... um, even the direct disciples. I... I am also my master's only disciple, so I must go to Mochou City. You... do not blame me!"
Zhang Xiaohua bared his teeth. "Look at you. I am not some petty Zhang Xiaohua. Did you really think I was angry? Even Senior Sister Kong, with her status, came to Mochou City as an envoy. Did you think I was an idiot who could not tell there was something going on? Heh heh, whatever secrets you have are yours. There is no need to tell me!"
Seeing that Zhang Xiaohua did not mind, Meng's face bloomed into a radiant smile. She rode beside him, and beneath the setting sun, the clatter of hooves scattered bursts of laughter.
After several days, the two followed the route Zhang Xiaohua vaguely remembered and arrived at a stretch of mountain forest.
Meng sat upright upon her white horse. She had long since changed into the fitted clothes commonly seen among people of the martial world, and the veil had been removed from her face, revealing her true appearance. Looking at the