World Pill Division

"Fellow Daoist Han," said Meng Hao suddenly, looking Han Bei up and down, "you look somewhat familiar. Have we met before?" Such presumptuous words were actually part of Meng Hao's plan.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, all of the Black Sieve Sect Conclave disciples looked at the two of them. Even the Core Formation experts glanced over, their eyes sparkling with interest.

Patriarch Violet Sieve's interest was also piqued.

Old man Zhou was astonished.

Han Bei's eyes focused on Meng Hao. "Grandmaster Fang, please forgive me, but, I really don't remember…." She looked thoughtful, and seemed to have something flickering deep within her eyes. Meng Hao was sure that she was hiding something.

Had he not experienced her craftiness personally in the Black Sieve Sect's Blessed Land, then he would never have been able to detect it.