To allow Wang Meng to focus on his cultivation—and, of course, to prevent others from prying into his secrets—the word had been put out that he was in seclusion.
He sighed heavily. "Sigh, it's that woman, Luu Yun. She's been after my chief position for ages. I have to admit, she has some skill, and with that talented disciple of hers, she's constantly one-upping me. Life in the Main Hall has been so miserable that I had to come out for some air."
"Don't count on me."
"You're a heartless little brat! I said we're friends. But what if—and I'm just saying, what if—that woman Luu Yun comes looking for trouble? As men, can we just chicken out?"
"I suppose not," Wang Meng nodded.
"Exactly! I'll handle Luu Yun, naturally. But as for her disciple, I can't very well bully a junior, can I? When the time comes, you can just... give her a few pointers. Keep them from getting so arrogant all the time."
Zhou Feng said.
