Before she could finish speaking, Wang Meng had already swept Yang Ying up by the waist. What kind of person was Brother Meng? It was one thing when he was clueless, but now that he'd figured things out, how could he possibly let her go? 'What belongs to me will *always* be mine!'
Yang Ying let out a rapturous gasp, but in this place, no one could hear it. Wang Meng had already plied Zhou Feng with enough alcohol to leave him completely dazed; he was not one to be trifled with.
His beauty was as precious as jade, and Wang Meng was well aware of how many rivals he had. From Ning Zhiquan to Qiao Qian, which one of them didn't want to snatch her away? That wasn't even counting the numerous younger disciples. 'I truly didn't know how good I had it!'
Wang Meng, who had ascended from the mortal realm to the Small Thousand World, was different from Cultivators like Ning Zhiquan who were born there. In the mortal realm, a woman only truly became yours after you possessed her.
