“Release him,” Meng Jingzhe said for the third time, although his words were clearly much more powerless than they were before. “In the name of Meng Jingzhe, I swear on my life’s honor that I will not harm a hair on your head if you release him. I promise that I will overlook this matter as if it had never happened, and I will not harm you directly or indirectly if we meet again in the future.” 22

Meng Jingzhe’s words weighed a lot considering his identity and status, but as soon as he met Yun Che’s scornful eyes, even he… felt that he had said something stupid. 3

“Meng Jingzhe?” 3

Yun Che continued to provoke him, “I have never heard your name before, and as for your honor… you know best what type of subhuman Meng Jianzhou is. You are his protector and supervisor, and yet you ignored his behavior and allowed him to do as he pleased. Honor? Do you even deserve the word?” 1

Meng Jingzhe’s chest heaved up and down in anger and frustration… but it wasn’t entirely because of Yun Che. In fact, most of his ire was directed at Meng Jianzhou. 0

He had already tried to change Meng Jianzhou’s mind and stop him from doing what he did, but it was useless. Profound practitioners ventured into the Endless Fog in order to put themselves in danger and break through their wall, but Meng Jianzhou… any abyssal beast that could even remotely threaten him would send him into a wild panic, and when he finally escaped to safety, he decided that bullying weaklings in the periphery of the Endless Fog would be a better use of his time. 0

The man was literally the epitome of the idiom, “Mud cannot stick to the wall,” meaning that a useless person will remain useless no matter how much you try to help him. And since Meng Jingzhe had been assigned as Meng Jianzhou’s mentor from the beginning, they were joined at the hip no matter how much he wished it wasn’t the ca...0