The dishes on the dining hall table were especially lavish tonight. A rough count put them at more than a dozen, all still steaming hot and fragrant. Several were clearly made from ferocious beasts, showing just how much care Hong Tianzheng had put into the preparations.
The two took their seats. Hong Tianzheng first urged Meng Zhao to drink a cup of wine, then said,
"General Lu, A Yuan's health has improved considerably. Clearly, the cultivation method you created has had remarkable effects. If we cannot find that ice-element supreme art in the future, do you think her cold ailment can still be completely cured?"
This was also the question weighing on his mind. In recent days, he had been secretly gathering information and investigating ice-element martial arts, hoping to prepare early rather than placing all his hopes on Meng Zhao.
Yet advanced martial arts manuals were already difficult to come by and were almost never revealed to outsiders. With such distinct attributes required, the search became all the more difficult.
That was precisely why he worried that, if his wife could not find an advanced ice-element supreme art in the future, it might affect her recovery. Thus, he asked this question.
The fine wine flowed down his throat, turning into a cool current that coursed through his body. Meng Zhao felt at ease. Understanding Hong Tianzheng's concerns, he said,
"The current improvement does not mean Madam Hong can truly maintain this state forever. After all, Madam Hong's condition used to be far too poor. A little short-term conditioning was enough to produce obvious results.
"But in my view, that ice-element supreme art is indispensable. Saving herself is also Madam Hong's only path to recovery."
This was not difficult to understand. It was like a poor student: if they studied