As he pondered, Meng Zhao's sword-like brows furrowed. His violet-black dragon eyes opened and closed, flashing with sharp light as they swept toward a direction below the mountain.
After sensing carefully again, though startled, he remained calm and called out,
"Your Excellency followed me into Guangping Mountain and watched me train in martial arts and cultivate my techniques, yet you never showed yourself.
Now that you have unleashed your aura, do you have some advice for me?"
With the souls of two lifetimes within him, Meng Zhao's spiritual perception was extraordinarily keen, rare beneath the heavens. Now that his realm had grown ever more complete and profound, under the Qi Gazing Technique, he could discern even the tiniest details.
Only a very few people—either those of profound realms or those possessing unique secret arts—could conceal their aura and bearing, avoiding his detection.
For instance, the young Death Sword Guard who had once tried to assassinate him was among the finest of them. Though his realm had been low, he had achieved what perhaps even Grandmasters could not. Such was the might of a secret art.
Or someone like the man below the mountain. The fact that he had followed Meng Zhao all the way to Guangping Mountain was enough to reveal both his cultivation and the profundity of his concealed aura. Had he not deliberately released his own presence and drawn Meng Zhao's attention, Meng Zhao might not yet have noticed him.
This man was unquestionably a formidable figure.
Yet Meng Zhao had sensed more than that, because this trace of aura was far too familiar.
It belonged to one of the few Grandmaster martial artists who had left a deep impression on Meng Zhao. The instant he detected it, he saw through the man's identity.
Still, Meng Zhao was