“What do you want?” asked the old woman.
“A Frigid Snow Larva,” Meng Hao replied with a smile.
“What are you good at?” retorted the woman in an unhurried tone.
“I saved her,” said Meng Hao, pointing at Hanxue Shan.
The old woman shook her head. “That’s not enough.”
“I saved her twice!” said Meng Hao, his voice serious.
“Still not enough.” The old woman looked at Meng Hao calmly.
Meng Hao hesitated for a moment. “I think I might need to save her again a third time,” he said.
“Even if you married her, it still wouldn’t be enough,” said the old woman coolly. “It takes a year to raise a Frigid Snow Larva all the way to the larva stage. Right now, we only have two pupae left in the Clan!”
Meng Hao thought for a moment. “I’m good with poison,” he said.
The old woman gave him a deep look. “If you concoct poisons for the Frigid Snow Clan for a year, then I will see to it that you get a Frigid Snow Larva. However, if I find out that you have some other motivations, then you’ll never leave the city alive.” With that, she gestured with her right hand, causing Hanxue Shan to fly over to her. Together, they flew back toward the shield.
Before passing through the shield, Hanxue Shan looked back at Meng Hao.
“Granny gave you her word!” she said. “If you have any evil designs, Heavenly lightning will exterminate your soul. You’d better watch out for yourself!”
Meng Hao smiled, and was about to say something when his face suddenly flickered. Without a moment’s pause, his hand lifted up into the air, within which could be seen the Li Clan Patriarch’s soul. A peal of thunder rang out, and a bolt of lightning shot down to slam into the soul embodiment. A miserable cry rang out, followed by vigorous cursing. Meng Hao quickly put the soul away.
He looked around to see everyone, even the old woman, staring at him in shock.
“Uh, that was weird,” he said with a slight cough, looking embarrassed. “How unforeseen.”