As soon as these words fell, a young monk slowly walked out from behind the bookshelf, bowed respectfully towards Chen Meng, and said humbly:
"Forgive me, Fellow Daoist Chen. I see spies outside the courtyard, so it's not convenient for me to come here openly to pay my respects. After much deliberation, I can only resort to this last resort."
Seeing his attitude, Chen Meng slowed down his tone and asked, "What do you mean by that, sir?"
The young man smiled without saying a word, and with a casual grab of his hand, he actually grabbed a wisp of flame from the void.
When Chen Meng saw the flames, his expression changed slightly. Without saying a word, he took out the stone plate and waved his sleeves to set up a ban, sealing the entire room.
The young man looked at them and smiled, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Chen. Before I came in, I had already used some tricks to surround the two spies. They won't have seen what happened just now."
Chen Meng put away the stone plate, his face darkening slightly. "Who are you?"
The young man bowed again and replied calmly, "I am Dong Jinghuan, a free-spirited cultivator from Dongzhou."
Chen Meng was slightly stunned. She didn't expect the other party to answer her question directly.
"I came to the banquet originally for the red fruit."
Dong Jinghuan continued, "After the banquet today, I felt something was amiss. I didn't want to get involved in this mess, but just before leaving, I sensed the flame that escaped from my fellow Daoist."
Dong Jinghuan looked helpless. "The flame of True Fire is exactly what I need. I wonder if we can make a deal?"
After hearing this, Chen Meng finally smiled, "So you came here to seek treasure."
She walked to the table and sat down. She waved her hand to open two teacups and poured two cups of tea herself.
Dong Jinghuan sat down opposite him very consciously and asked humbly, "I wonder if Fellow Daoist Chen can give it up?"
"Friend Dong Dao also knows that treasures always belong to those who are capable."
Chen Meng turned the teacup in her hand, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, "This flame of true fire is of little use to me, but it's not something I can just give away casually."
When Dong Jinghuan heard this, instead of being disappointed, he smiled and said, "I understand what Fellow Daoist Chen means."
"clear?"
Chen Meng looked Dong Jinghuan up and down. "Then, fellow Dong Daoist, please tell me, what is your worth that I would give you a treasure?"
Dong Jinghuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Chen Meng, that's not your real name, is it?"
Chen Meng's heart was slightly shaken, but she remained expressionless. "Why do you think so?"
"With the Pantheon in turmoil, if the Myriad Veins Sword Sect only sends its meridian-nourishing disciples to celebrate the birthday without making any other preparations, how can it survive in Xizhou for thousands of years?"
Dong Jinghuan said calmly, "The meridians are cultivated in the Wanmai Sword Sect, but they are small meridians after all. Although Chen Meng has some cultivation, it has been accumulated over time. His strength and intelligence are mediocre.
She is indeed qualified to be the senior sister in Yangmai, but it is too much for her to compete with the Pantheon."
Dong Jinghuan said this, and seeing that Chen Meng's smile faded slightly, he knew that he had guessed correctly. With a slightly relaxed tone, he continued:
"The Pantheon's spies are omnipresent, and every action is carefully planned. If they sense anything amiss, they will likely withdraw immediately.
If the Myriad Veins Sword Sect wants to counterattack, they must find a way to be inconspicuous, so..."
Dong Jinghuan looked at "Chen Meng" and smiled slightly. "It would be natural for you to replace Chen Meng and come to destroy the Pantheon's plan. That fellow Daoist from the Mountain Sect who just left with a wisp of true fire must also be from the Myriad Veins Sword Sect, right?"
After these words were spoken, the room fell into silence.
Chen Meng stared at Dong Jinghuan in silence for a long time before speaking again: "Friend Dong, when you were in Dongzhou, you must not have been an unknown person, right?"
Dong Jinghuan was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly, "What does it matter if I'm famous or unknown? In front of her, I'm just a grain of light. Who dares to compete with her?"
"she?"
"Chen Meng" repeated softly, and then quickly realized who the "she" Dong Jinghuan was talking about.
Dong Jinghuan is indeed not an easy person to deal with as he dares to compare himself with the God of Dongzhou.
Chen Meng's eyes flickered, and he suddenly asked, "Brother Dong's cultivation is quite high, and his skills are even more impressive. Why don't you choose a sect in Xizhou to join? Life as an independent cultivator is not easy."
"Fellow Daoist, are you trying to recruit me?"
Dong Jinghuan laughed dumbly, "Everyone has their own ambitions. I'm used to being idle."
"I just mentioned it casually. Since you don't want to, then forget it."
"Chen Meng" touched the storage ring with her fingertips, and a flash of fire appeared in her hand, and a fiery red feather appeared out of thin air.
"The true fire in this feather is too rare to be used to refine it into a magic weapon. However, it is enough to comprehend the true meaning of the fire element."
Chen Meng pushed the feather in front of Dong Jinghuan and smiled brightly: "I will give this to you, Daoist friend. Let it be considered as a good relationship between us."
Dong Jinghuan looked at the fiery red feathers in front of him, pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes were somewhat complicated.
"I haven't asked yet, what's your real name, fellow Daoist?"
"Senior brother named me Shui, Shui Yueyao." "Tomorrow is June! I must maintain perfect attendance in June!!!"
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