Chapter 31: Be Obidient Boy
As the lingering energy from his breakthrough settled into his meridians, Meng Hao suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps—soft at first, but gradually growing louder, accompanied by the faint whooshing of robes brushing against wind and branches rustling overhead.
He turned his gaze behind him, calm and composed, and saw a group of figures rapidly approaching. Seven cultivators leaped gracefully through the canopy, bounding from one tree branch to the next with the ease of seasoned martial artists. Among them, two glided effortlessly through the air, standing atop flying swords, their long robes billowing like banners in the wind.
All of them were women.
Meng Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, observing them with caution. Their robes, movements, and formation indicated that this was no mere scouting party—these cultivators had come with a purpose, and that purpose seemed to be him.
But he quickly reined in his thoughts, his inner world returning to calm.
So many were attracted here... It seems my breakthrough caused more of a stir than I intended. He exhaled slowly. Good thing I chose to leave the sect grounds before initiating the breakthrough. If I had done this inside the sect, who knows how many eyes would’ve turned toward me—and not all with good intentions.
A small sigh of relief passed his lips. He remained rooted beneath the tree, unmoved, though fully alert.
The two sword-riding women reached him first, descending with elegance and precision. They landed softly on the grassy earth a few meters away, their swords dissipating into motes of spiritual light behind them. Both wore pristine blue robes embroidered with the symbol of a delicate snowflake surrounded by ice lotus petals—the unmistakable insignia of the Ice Embodiment Pavilion.
Moments later, the other seven cultivators landed behind them. These women were clad in green, their uniforms simpler yet still marked with the same frosty emblem.
Even as nine pairs of eyes landed on him, Meng Hao stood tall and unflinching, his demeanor indifferent, his robe rustling softly in the mountain breeze.