Wang Meng, seething with anger, once again visited the Great Xia Mansion.
Long Chen, seeing Wang Meng so obstinate, took her into the dark room again.
But just as Long Chen was about to make a move, Wang Meng calmly said, "Do whatever you want, in the end, having met Ning Shenji, that bastard, he doesn't see me as a person. He wants to use me to seduce you. He also said that if I use my pure body to successfully tempt you into giving up the art of Alchemy, he would not marry me but instead treat me as a plaything.
If I fail, then he will marry me. Either way, I'm at a dead end.
So, do whatever you please. In any case, I won't let either of you off, even if I become a ghost."
"You? Pure?"
Long Chen gazed at Wang Meng.
"If I'm not pure, then what am I in your eyes? What kind of woman am I?"
Wang Meng's breath grew more hurried, inflamed with anger.
