Mo Cheng, alongside an almost identical clone of himself, approached Bai Qingyue enthusiastically.
As Bai Qingyue was currently disguised as Li Meirong, he had no choice but to acknowledge Mo Cheng and his lesser clone.
Without turning around, his head tilted to the side as he glanced in their direction, concealing a sneer.
"To what do I owe this great honour?"
His tone was almost spiteful. The men's mouths were left hanging slightly open in response.
Nevertheless, when they stood directly in front of the Fox Lord, they cupped their fists in a respectful greeting.
Never, in all the times they had met Li Meirong, had she ever spoken to them in such a manner. Even when angered, she had always been polite and demure.
An aura of lofty detachment faintly exuded from her as she stood quietly in front of them.
