Compared to himself, even if his martial arts were ten times stronger, he still could not accomplish anything as miraculous as Meng Zhao's technique.
It did not seem to possess much killing power or destructive force, but it had immersed the three Innates in that bright moon without them noticing the illusion in the slightest. Its terror was plain to see.
"Envoy He overpraises me. It is merely some shallow cultivation. When I accompany you to the garrison this time, I may have to seek instruction from the experts in your army, exchange martial arts, and build up my foundations."
Meng Zhao said with a smile, giving He Xin a warning in advance: once he went with him to the camp, he would certainly be exchanging martial arts with their people, so they had best prepare themselves beforehand.
Without sufficient confidence, who would dare make such bold claims? It could only mean that Meng Zhao was truly powerful.
He Xin nodded. He knew that this son-in-law of the Dan Chi Clan was highly skilled and bold of heart. Even if he did something out of line, he had the confidence to bear the consequences. A thought could not help rising in his mind.
Just as Meng Zhao had guessed, although the Rebel Army was powerful as a whole and had influential figures backing it, its internal factions were numerous. The faction He Xin belonged to was one of the strongest.
Yet being among the strongest did not mean having no rivals. The other faction represented by Purple Butterfly often fought his faction until neither side could rest. If they could bring the Dan Chi Clan under their command and recruit an unparalleled powerhouse like Lu Yang, it would greatly bolster their faction's strength.
"I am not exaggerating. Brother Lu, your