"Oh, Senior Brother Meng, are you not going to tell us about any more of your adventures as a highly respected Inner Sect Disciple?"
"Senior Brother Meng, look—I made these for you as thanks for blessing me with that romantical story of two Hunters meeting in the woods~ I-I hope you like them; I baked them myself…"
"How about we go watch the Horse Frog Race happening in the Outer Sect's Main Territory today, Senior Brother Meng~? I even hear top Horse Frog Riders will be participating in the race~"
"Haha, you ladies are too much!" Meng laughed contemptuously, accepting every gift coming his way. "I'll see if I have any open spaces in my schedule to further bless you breathtaking flowers with a joyride with the hunk of man-meat that is I—"
"Senior Brother Meng, what are you doing in my Medicine Valley again? And with my In-Name Disciples no less??"
Freezing up, Meng slowly turned his head toward the shadowy-faced Zar, realizing right away that he screwed up big this time.
