Chen Mo tried pulling Mei Ling's small hands from his clothes, but her grip was unyielding. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Yin Mei, could you take her away to rest?"
A blue light flashed across Mei Ling's eyes, and her expression abruptly shifted, becoming indifferent. "Yeah, yeah," she replied flatly, walking away from the scene.
Chen Mo sat back down and addressed the elder apologetically, "Please forgive me, my first disciple is really stubborn."
"Oh, no problem, I understand," Elder Zhang replied, but his thoughts were elsewhere. 'It's just as I thought, that girl is related to that woman. I must quickly tell her.'
Chen Mo set down his cup, and his expression hardened. "What brings the elder of the Heavenly Palace to my humble sect this time around?"
He stared intensely at Elder Zhang, and the atmosphere became tense and suffocating as Chen Mo deliberately leaked some of his immortal qi for intimidation.
