Mei Hong obliged and felt honored that the senior martial uncle of the largest sect in Quan Dynasty voluntarily came over to propose a toast.
As she drank from her teacup, Zhao Qing Ying whispered to her what had happened and who those with the Dark Lord were, and of course who the Dark Lord himself was.
Her eyes opened wide and she realized that her hunch earlier was correct.
That glimpse of the Iron Heart Nun's signature move was real.
The Iron Heart Nun must be one of those with the Dark Lord.
She drank the tea, calmed herself, and slowly put down the teacup onto the table in front of her.
"I will gather whatever forces I can to defend Yi Mei Sect against them. I'm not sure whether the Qing Feng Sect has any plan of action?"
Mei Hong looked at Zhao Qing Ying with a worried look, hoping that the Qing Feng Sect had something that could help.
Zhao Qing Ying bowed at Mei Hong, pretending to acknowledge her toasting with him.
