Meng Zhao's cultivation of the mind, from a certain perspective, was far ahead of even his martial cultivation. It was the result of many factors intertwining.
First, he had lived two lives, with the spiritual foundations of both bolstering him. Then there was the Purple Origin Dragon Body, incomparably robust and rare in this age. Add to that his dedicated cultivation of martial arts, the tempering of the Heaven-Illuminating Divine Mirror, his later enlightenment of heaven, earth, and man, the Eclosion Worm entering his body, and countless other encounters. All of it had made his mind as vast and majestic as a boundless sea with no end in sight.
His spiritual perception drifted upon the omnipresent wind through this tense standoff, sweeping over person after person, catching traces of faint yet utterly distinct auras. It was far more exaggerated and terrifying than any electronic recognition system.
The instant Dragon City appeared, Meng Zhao's mental will, scattered throughout the void and everywhere at once, instantly boiled like scalding water. It gathered back into his mind, clearly and unmistakably reflecting Dragon City's position and figure.
"Dragon City, you finally came. My efforts have not been in vain after all."
Meng Zhao wanted to kill a chicken to frighten the monkeys. The chicken he intended to kill was naturally Zhang Zhichong of Howling Wind Hall, while the monkey he meant to intimidate could be none other than Dragon City. At root, it was still because of his wariness.
Meng Zhao was confident that his contingencies and subordinates could calmly handle the other conspirators.
Dragon City, however, carried greater uncertainty. With Meng Zhao's lingering might suppressing him, that uncertainty could be reduced by several degrees.
Dragon City naturally had no idea that the moment he appeared, Meng Zhao had already detected his tracks. Upon