The Husky and His Wh Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Master Doesn't Need a Dao panion

The characters on the list were meticulously written and stood out prominently:

First Place: Nan Gongsi

Identity: Young Master of the Confucian Wind Sect

Second Place: Xue Meng

Identity: Young Master of the Peak of Life and Death

Xue Meng: "..........................."

He slammed the book shut, his facial muscles twitching as if he was barely holding back a torrent of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him, ready to burn books and bury scholars.

With a dark expression, Xue Meng slapped the startled vendor with the booklet, gritting his teeth as he spoke through clenched jaws.

"Wrap this book separately for me. I'll take it back and study it in detail."

Forcefully stuffing the "Inprehensible Talk List" into his robe, Xue Meng clutched a large stack of scrolls and books that the vendor had picked out for him, staggering back up the mountain.

He was furious.

Fuming with anger.

Second place on the Arrogant Noble Sons List?

Pah! Whoever piled that list must have been blind as a dog! If he found out who it was, he'd drag them out and beat them a hundred times to vent his frustration! Screw arrogance! Bloody nonsense!

This rage somewhat mitigated his overwhelming joy, and by the time he returned to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, Xue Meng's emotions had stabilized. He wouldn't ignite at the slightest provocation or explode with fury. Although he was still agitated, his anger earlier had left him with a clear head, preventing confusion.

Two high-ranking disciples stood guard outside the pavilion, denying entry to all except for those with legitimate reasons, allowing the elders to rest undisturbed.

But Xue Meng was the young master. Who dared to stop him?

So, he entered without incident.

The sky had turned dark, and the windows of the main hall in the water pavilion were half-open, casting a honey-like glow into the room. Uncertain if his Master was awake, Xue Meng tip-toed in, holding the books and gently pushing the door open.

It was eerily quiet around him; he could hear the thumping of his own heart, like the fluttering of a bird perched on a branch.

For the moment, he pushed the 'Inprehensible Rankings' out of his mind, focusing all his attention and holding his breath as he gazed intently at the bed with bright eyes.

"..."

A long silence ensued, leaving Xue Meng stunned.

"Huh?"

Why was no one on the bed?

Just as he was about to take a closer look, a cold hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

A voice, damp with moisture, whispered hauntingly from behind, "May I ask what brings you, Sir, to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion without permission?"

"..." Xue Meng turned his head stiffly, an incredibly rigid motion, to meet a pale face. The dim light didn't allow him to see clearly before he let out a startled scream, "Wah—