Wang Meng was a reliable guy!
He Ziyuan rushed out excitedly with the fruit basket. The Body Cultivation Disciples probably wouldn't be able to sleep for days.
"Heh, Senior Sister, what a pleasant surprise. I didn't think you'd like a place like this." Wang Meng grabbed a Buddha Fruit and took a large bite. He and Zhang Xiaopang were cut from the same cloth—neither knew the first thing about being polite.
Yang Ying smiled faintly. "I wanted to see just what could possibly attract a genius Sword Cultivator and a prodigy Pill Cultivator."
Aside from a few Ancestral Masters, Yang Ying was the only one who knew about the Emergency Pills. Wang Meng hadn't hidden it from her; it wasn't about showing off, but when she asked, there was no need to be secretive. In any case, he was very grateful to her for such a huge favor.
"Haha, being praised by Senior Sister really does put me in a good mood. The frustration from this morning has been swept away."
"Oh? Things didn't go smoothly?"
