Song Yifan really admired Wang Meng's character. Even though Hann Yun had ridiculed him and Fan Hong back then, Wang Meng still spoke of it with a calm demeanor. It was the mark of a mature man.
"Hann Yun encountered a powerful opponent and was narrowly defeated."
"A pity, a pity," Wang Meng said. They had a tacit understanding.
"I'm here on a mission this time. Our Sect Leader is also interested in establishing ties with the Holy Hall. As fellow Saint Cultivators, we should help each other in the future."
Song Yifan said, getting straight to the point.
Wang Meng smiled. "The Holy Hall welcomes friends from all over. Besides, we're already friends."
Song Yifan stuck out her tongue playfully. "Honestly, for something at the sect level, our Sect Leader should have been the one to come speak with you personally. You know how those old-timers value face above all else, so I'm the poor one who has to suffer through it. Thankfully, you're pretty reasonable."
