Sword light blossomed before his eyes like a streak of white silk.
Meng Zhi abruptly opened his eyes.
His divine sense spread out, his aura surging.
He discovered that he had returned to the hall.
Tall stone pillars engraved with talismans surrounded him.
The formation pressed down on the surging spiritual energy.
Instead of absorbing the spiritual energy, Meng Zhi furrowed his brow.
He recalled the strange events he had encountered in the Heaven-Reaching Tower just now.
Meng Zhi had always believed that the Heaven-Reaching Tower was an illusion created by Lord Fox, specifically meant to temper his divine sense and visualization method.
Yet after hearing the mysterious person's words, the Heaven-Reaching Tower was shrouded in a veil of mystery.
"Tricked?"
"Tricked by what?"
"Was it about the acquired Dao Body, or something else?"
Meng Zhi pondered for a long time. Not only did his brow not ease, it knitted even tighter.
If he wanted to know the reason, asking the person involved directly was best. But once he spoke, he might instead completely pierce through something and place himself in an even more passive position.
Even those close to one another needed to maintain their own sense of boundaries, much less now, when he was seeking instruction as an apprentice and hoping to obtain an elder's inheritance to reach a higher level.
Their statuses had never been on the same level.
He was the one who needed the inheritance.
Needed resources.
That was why this trial existed.
If he asked, it would not only be a question of doubt, but also of discourtesy.
That might be true, but this concerned his very life and fortune. He could not afford to be careless.
Meng Zhi steadied his heart and focused his mind, breathing in and out like a whale drawing