“Fellow Daoist Han, what exactly do you mean?” replied Meng Hao, his expression the same as ever. Despite his calm exterior, his heart trembled. He turned to look at Han Bei, and their eyes met. She was clearly watching him closely, feeling him out.
If Meng Hao’s expression changed even the slightest, Han Bei would noticed. That, of course, was why she had moved so close to him.