Although Meng Zhao was far away, he had observed both the Masked Man and his two subordinates' performances within the Stone Giant formation. He had gained even more from it, and his thoughts increasingly leaned toward his own conjecture.
Those Stone Giants, like the Puppet Guards, should have been trials left behind by Kou Huaizhen. Their purpose was not to kill, but to sift out those of exceptional aptitude, extraordinary comprehension, or profound fortune.
It was not necessary to destroy the Stone Giants to pass this trial. Perhaps learning something from them, then demonstrating it within the formation, could achieve the same result. After all, that was how one had passed the Puppet Guard trial as well.
The Masked Man remained in the valley for some time longer without making a move. He was likely still pondering a way to break the formation, while Meng Zhao was already growing impatient.
Naturally, he had ample time and patience, but there was no need to waste such precious time here.
Thus, he leaped out from behind a massive azure boulder and drifted lightly down, landing less than five zhang from the Masked Man's side. His manner was relaxed, as though he were out on a spring excursion.
Meng Zhao's sudden appearance gave the Masked Man a great fright, and he turned to look at this man who had appeared out of nowhere.
He saw a tall, powerfully built man dressed in a sapphire-blue fitted martial outfit. His long hair was tied back with a forehead band, and his features were handsome, with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes. Every gesture naturally carried a noble bearing and imposing dignity. He was truly an outstanding figure.
There was something strange about him as well. A wooden case was slung diagonally across his back; it was