Wang Meng wiped his mouth. "The food here isn't bad. Moo Shan, huh? He's a strange old man. He insisted on taking me as his disciple, but my dream was to become a Saint Cultivator, so I refused. Then he just disappeared."
Yanm Yuyue hadn't expected him to answer so readily. "And that's it?"
Wang Meng looked at Yanm Yuyue curiously. "What else did you think there was?"
Yanm Yuyue smiled. "Do you think I believe you?"
Wang Meng waved his hands helplessly. "There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me. You could try using some Enchantment Technique or Soul Searching Technique on me. All in all, that old man was pretty good to me. If you two have some history, and it's not too serious, I can mediate. If it's very serious, you're better off looking for him yourself."
