Given his abilities, if he truly wanted to make her faint, it would have been effortless.
Moreover, the last time he used mineral water to drug her, how could Old Chen Tou possibly resort to the same method again?
Everyone sat together for an hour-long lunch break, ate some rations, and continued their journey.
As they walked, Meng Jingwei spoke little but observed everyone meticulously.
From morning till noon, these people had walked for a full four hours, with only a ten-minute break in between, yet no one complained of fatigue.
Everyone moved with agility; they were clearly skilled practitioners.
With such a retinue, Meng Jingwei felt a sense of dread.
What kind of scene awaited them upon returning to the hidden clan?
They walked for several more hours in the afternoon, traversing dense forests. They couldn't see the terrain ahead, leaving Meng Jingwei feeling very passive.
As they grew closer to the hidden clan, her anxiety mounted.
However, even when she began to guard against Old Chen Tou, she still fell into his trap, losing consciousness.
She slept for a long time.
It felt so prolonged in her dreams that Meng Jingwei felt trapped, wanting to wake but unable to.
It was like a nightmare.
Bang, bang, bang—
Suddenly, several explosions jolted Meng Jingwei awake, and she sat bolt upright in bed.
The room was pitch black. Only fireworks outside the window exploded with a brilliant and dazzling light, illuminating the dim room slightly.
Meng Jingwei frowned, looking around the room. She spotted the bedside lamp and reached out to turn it on.
At that moment, the room's furnishings came into view, and her pupils widened in surprise.
It was a wooden room. Although modern appliances and furniture were present, the ceiling, windows, and floor were all made of wood.
The appliances were of brands she had never seen before.
Through the window, illuminated by the fireworks, she saw uneven pavilions and towers with upturned eaves, resembling the scenery of Xijiang Qianhu Miao Village, with lights twinkling everywhere.
Meng Jingwei was stunned. She got up, walked barefoot to the window, and looked outside.
Only then did she realize her house was on the mountainside. She could faintly see the bustling marketplace below, lit up and vibrant, and even hear faint noises.
"So beautiful."
She sighed with genuine admiration.
But the next moment, thinking of Old Chen Tou's methods, Meng Jingwei's expression turned grim.
She turned, pulled open the door, and went downstairs.
In the living room on the first floor, several people sat at a table, drinking and chatting animatedly, the atmosphere very lively.
Meng Jingwei walked down and stood there, her cool eyes sweeping over them.
Her appearance drew the attention of several people, who looked at her.
Upon seeing Meng Jingwei's fierce demeanor, Old Chen Tou felt his temples throb and instinctively clenched his fists.
"Hahaha, the brat is awake?" he chuckled, his face full of amiable smiles.
However, a closer look revealed a slight flicker in his cloudy, aged eyes, betraying his guilt.
Meng Jingwei glared at him coldly, "If I didn't know how wary you are of me, I might have actually believed you considered me family. Tell me, how am I supposed to trust you?"
From their departure from Country C, she had been cautiously wary of Old Chen Tou. Yet, on the island, despite her meticulous precautions, she had been caught in his scheme.
The feeling was terrible, and Old Chen Tou's actions were steadily eroding her affection for him.
Daisy Tini, sitting nearby, immediately stepped forward to explain, "Jingwei, Master he..."
"Was I talking to you?"
Meng Jingwei's cold eyes shot towards Daisy Tini. Her delicate, fair face darkened slightly, and her aura suddenly became imposing.