Chu Qingmeng gave him a side-long glance. As if she had any reason to look down on anyone! Then she sneered, "Quansi, poison him for me! The kind of poison that makes you wish you were dead and unable to die would be best!"
"Understood, Ninth Lord." Hui Quansi actually took the order in all seriousness, scaring Hui Wenzhong into hastily pleading for forgiveness and protesting that he wouldn't dare.
Ten minutes later, Chu Qingmeng rested once more, panting heavily, her legs already beginning to tremble. Mo Liujin shook his head helplessly, scooped her up by force, and channeled his internal energy to dash toward the mountainside. The others behind them also gathered their strength and followed closely. Hui Wenzhong flew ahead to lead the way, and in no time at all, the party reached the mountainside. Looking out over the cluster of graves, not even a single tombstone in sight, a sense of sorrow could not help but wash over them. After paying their respects, the group descended the mountain. Instead of taking the carriage, Chu Qingmeng shared a horse with Mo Liujin. All the way back, she listened to them report on recent matters at the Fifth Floor, only to drift off to sleep as she listened...
Chapter 137