"Wang Meng, the Castle Lord has a bit of a temper... If anything happens, just try to bear with it."
Yang Ying said. Judging by her tone, their relationship probably wasn't the best.
Wang Meng didn't ask, just smiled. "Since you're being so good about it, I'll put up with anything for you."
"Oh, get over yourself."
Yang Ying was still happy to hear that, though she also felt a little nervous. "We'll be back just in time for the Ancestor's one hundred and eightieth birthday. I'm sure he'll love you."
"It doesn't matter if he likes me. As long as you like me, that's all that matters."
Wang Meng roared with laughter. He said that, but it wouldn't be right to show up empty-handed. 'Sometimes I think that old buddy Moo Shan was a real pauper,' he mused. 'Besides leaving me a terrifyingly powerful opponent, you'd think he'd have left behind some valuables.'
Unfortunately, he had no such impression from the fragmented memories he possessed.
