Meng Ji was half-lying on the pavilion couch. Her graceful curves were faintly discernible under the thin veil, and her red lips were soul-stirring. She looked at the purple Dao jade in her hand. With a flash of her fair fingertip, this effect crossed an endless distance and was revealed in another Dao jade. This was also why Dao jade was so precious. "Brother Shen, why did you take the initiative to look for me?"
Shen Ping had seen too many sceneries, so he was unmoved by Meng Ji's alluring posture. He said indifferently, "There's something I want to ask Miss Meng for help with. I hope that the Meng family can send a secret message or leave a clue so that the Shan family will mistakenly think that the late-stage Dao Origin Realm is the Meng family's helper."
