Meng Hao looked around, his face grim. Finally, he spoke in a cold voice: “I’m not sure which member of the senior generation in this place doesn’t want Meng Hao to stick around. Fine, I’m leaving!”
Complete silence was the only response.
When Patriarch Reliance heard Meng Hao’s words, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
“So, he doesn’t know I’m here. He actually thinks I’m someone else. Alright, that will do.”
Meng Hao glanced around before his gaze finally came to rest on the city up ahead. He lifted his hand up and pointed at it.
“However, I’m lacking in Spirit Stones, and happen to have a random assortment of magical items in my bag of holding. I’ll sell them in this city, and as soon as I’m finished, I’ll leave this place!” With that, Meng Hao flicked his sleeve and headed toward the city.