Meng Hao stood beneath the shade of a towering pine tree, the dappled sunlight scattering across his robes like shimmering gold thread. A cool mountain breeze rustled the leaves above, the scent of earth and spirit herbs mingling in the air. Yet amidst this serenity, his eyes gleamed with contemptuous amusement as he gazed at the group of approaching female cultivators.
A cold laugh escaped his lips—low, sharp, and brimming with disdain.
These women… did they truly think they could intimidate him?
Foolish, he thought, shaking his head slightly. Completely and utterly foolish.
