Taking action like this would be too obvious and would inevitably arouse the suspicion of other saints.
He had to be patient and wait for the right moment.
Jincan took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart.
"Meng Wan, just wait for me..."
Half a month later.
Deep in Suzaku Valley, lava was rolling and underground fire was roaring.
Meng Wan sat cross-legged, surrounded by a strong bloody aura, which made people feel frightened at the sight of her.
In front of her, Huo Lianzi and Jinshi Taoist were sweating profusely, controlling the earth fire and refining her exclusive armor.
This armor is made of immortal spiritual gold as the main material, supplemented by basalt iron and various rare materials. After several months of careful craftsmanship, it has taken shape.
The armor was shining brightly, faintly emitting a powerful aura of oppression.
As the day of the Holy Son's summons approaches, Meng Wan's armor is still not completed.
To avoid any accidents, she must keep an eye on it personally at this critical juncture.
Meng Wan's eyes turned slightly, she took out her identity token, and sent a message to Xue Wuya to ask for leave.
"Saint, your Majesty, I have not recovered from my injuries since leaving Duobao Pavilion. I am afraid I will not be able to attend this audience. I hope your Majesty will forgive me."
Xue Wuya received the message and frowned.
It has been more than half a month since the trip to Duobao Pavilion. No matter how serious Meng Wan's injuries were, she should not be unable to do even this little thing.
But she refused to be summoned on the pretext of recuperating from her injuries, which showed that she did not take him, the Son of God, seriously at all.
A hint of displeasure flashed across Xue Wuya's eyes. Although he didn't say much, it felt like a thorn was planted in his heart.
He originally planned to divide Qingling's territory with Meng Wan, but now it seems that he can only guard it himself.
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