Chu Lingwei's expression tightened. After her senior brother's explanation, she knew that this island belonged to the Meng family, and she worried that Meng Qinghe would do something again.
She arrived at the front hall of the restaurant. Meng Qinghe was sitting in the same seat that Chu Lingwei had occupied today.
"Miss Chu, you've arrived." Meng Qinghe stood up when he saw Chu Lingwei appear, a look of joy on his face.
"Young Master Meng, why are you here at this hour?" It was already dark, and his arrival at this time must mean something.
"Miss Chu, I told you, they will not harm you, absolutely not. I can guarantee it." Meng Qinghe had been anxious to return today because he worried about those who were following Chu Lingwei speaking carelessly.
Chu Lingwei had a lot to say, but she turned her head to look outside without losing a single eye, smiled, and said nothing.
"Miss Chu, what I said is true." Meng Qinghe saw Chu Lingwei's thoughts and was anxious. "They just want to protect Miss Chu."
"Oh, really?"
Before Chu Lingwei could answer, a male voice emerged from behind Meng Qinghe, with a hint of a chuckle.
Meng Qinghe turned around and saw Leng Xingzhi walking towards them. His brow furrowed.
"When did you arrive on the island?"
Leng Xingzhi was a prodigy of the younger generation, known throughout the Xuan Tian Continent. He was the eldest disciple of the Dean of the Cultivation Academy, known by everyone.
"Young Master Meng, long time no see." Leng Xingzhi walked to Chu Lingwei's side, glanced outside, and said, "May I ask where my junior sister has offended you, Young Master, to require so many experts at the Hua Tian realm to follow her every step?"
Meng Qinghe heard the sarcasm and accusation in Leng Xingzhi's voice, and his voice choked with anger. "This is between Miss Chu and me."
"Nonsense."
A fierce aura suddenly filled Leng Xingzhi's body, and his powerful pressure erupted. "Our disciples at the Cultivation Academy are not for outsiders to covet. Make them leave now, or don't blame me, Leng Xingzhi, for being impolite."
"Senior brother is so amazing."
Huan Mao looked on with adoration. If he had known earlier, he would have notified his senior brother sooner, and they wouldn't have been stuck here for so many days.
Chu Lingwei chuckled when she heard Huan Mao's voice. This little fellow didn't know the seriousness of the situation at all.
"Leng Xingzhi, don't forget, this is Song City, not your Leng family." Clearly, Meng Qinghe knew Leng Xingzhi and understood him well.
"Since Young Master Meng is being so unreasonable, I will have to ask your family head if he intends to be an enemy of our Leng family and the Cultivation Academy?"
A cold smile appeared on Leng Xingzhi's lips. He turned his head, lightly parted his thin lips, and said to the outside, "Kill."
As soon as the word "kill" was uttered, spiritual energy fluctuations immediately came from outside.
"Leng Xingzhi, how dare you act in our Song City?" Meng Qinghe's face was filled with shock. Kuai Shu Ge.
"Senior brother."
Chu Lingwei was also surprised. Senior brother acted so decisively; it wasn't good.
"Junior sister, don't worry. Anyone who dares to harm you has no right to live, no matter who they are." Leng Xingzhi stared into Meng Qinghe's eyes as he spoke, his warning evident.
Chu Lingwei was very worried. If the Meng family and the Leng family couldn't maintain their superficial harmony because of her, she would be truly heartbroken.
"Young Master, all are dead."
A powerful expert at the first-grade Supreme realm appeared beside Leng Xingzhi and reported to him.
"Send these people back to the Meng family head." Leng Xingzhi not only did this, but he also had no intention of showing any mercy.
"Leng Xingzhi, do you intend to be an enemy of our Meng family?" Meng Qinghe was almost bursting with anger at Leng Xingzhi's actions. To kill people in his own home in front of him was an open provocation.
Leng Xingzhi shook his head. "No, it is Young Master Meng who intends to be an enemy of our Leng family."
"We shall see."
Meng Qinghe glanced at Chu Lingwei. Even if she was Leng Xingzhi's junior sister, he was determined to have her.
"Senior brother, doing this will cause trouble." Chu Lingwei thought her senior brother had come to take her away, not to openly provoke.
If she were Meng Qinghe, she wouldn't be able to swallow this insult.
"Junior sister, remember, if anyone dares to bully you or have designs on you in the future, it means they are enemies of our Leng family and the Cultivation Academy. What are you afraid of? Just fight and kill."
Leng Xingzhi sat down on a chair, poured himself a cup of spiritual tea, and slowly drank it.
Senior brother was too high-profile.
Chu Lingwei sat down next to Leng Xingzhi and could feel the scrutinizing gazes around her. She believed that within an hour, what had happened in their restaurant would spread throughout Song City.
Thinking of this, Chu Lingwei sighed softly, but a little excitement arose in her heart. She actually liked this simple and rough approach quite a bit.
Forget it, if the Meng family really didn't plan to let them go, at worst, she would accompany her senior brother and directly blow up this Meng family.
Song City Tower.
"Qinghe, do you know where you went wrong?"
In a room in the center of the restaurant, a middle-aged man sat at the head of the table, looking at his younger son with disappointment in his eyes.
"Father, are we just going to accept this humiliation?" Meng Qinghe looked at his father in surprise. "Our Meng family's strength is not inferior to the Leng family's. Why should we fear a Leng Xingzhi?"
"Bastard."
Meng Yi was so angry by his son's words that he slammed the table heavily.
"Qinghe, how can you speak to your father like that?" Meng Wanyang looked at her nephew and couldn't help but shake her head. She had said long ago that he and Chu Lingwei could not possibly have anything.
Furthermore, Leng Xingzhi's attitude was very clear, and they did not wish for Chu Lingwei to have any connection with their Meng family.
"Have you forgotten the rules of our Meng family?"
Meng Yi was almost angered to the point of spitting blood by his son. Their Meng family had an ancestral rule that all direct descendants were not allowed to marry outside their lineage.
Everyone on the Xuan Tian Continent knew this. Now, his son was provoking a disciple of the Cultivation Academy, which was clearly playing with that person's feelings.
If Chu Lingwei were an ordinary cultivator, it would be fine, but she happened to have the Cultivation Academy and the Leng family behind her. How could they stand by and watch their Meng family do this?
"Father, haven't these rules harmed our family enough?" Meng Qinghe stood up directly and looked at the two people in the room. "Do you dare to say that you don't dislike this rule in your hearts? Don't you want to destroy this rule?"
Even without Chu Lingwei, Meng Qinghe deeply resented his family's inability to marry women from outside the lineage.
"Slap."
Meng Yi was so angered by his son's remarks that he directly sent a surge of spiritual energy towards his son.
"Puff."
Meng Qinghe spat out a mouthful of fresh blood heavily.
"Guards, throw the Young Master into the dungeon. No one is allowed to release him without my permission." Meng Yi was truly furious. His son had said such things, and he had to let him learn a lesson.