On Guangping Mountain, the water prison triggered by the Iron Token lasted for roughly thirty breaths. During that time, Zhao Hun kept a close watch on every movement around him, hoping to determine at the first possible moment whether anyone had come.
He mainly feared that the person he wanted to wait for would never arrive, while the person he did not want to see would come knocking uninvited.
Fortunately, the location he had chosen was rather special. The surroundings were open and clear at a glance, with no blind spots in his field of view. Moreover, he had mastered a night-vision technique. Whether from the four directions, above, or below, anyone who came would never escape his eyes.
Unfortunately, even thirty breaths or more after the grandmaster-level power triggered by the Iron Token had dissipated, there was still not the slightest stir, leaving him faintly disappointed.
"Could it be that Meng Yuanqiao has already left Meng Family Manor, and I have ended up drawing water with a bamboo basket?
"Or is the grandmaster-level power triggered by this Iron Token still insufficient to catch his attention?"
Zhao Hun felt the first possibility was more likely. According to what Dragon City had said, that grandmaster had remained hidden in the manor before Meng Zhao returned, protecting the Meng Family.
Now that Meng Zhao had returned, with his peerless martial arts and unmatched fighting strength, there was no longer any need for another's protection.
Thus, there was a great chance that the Meng Family's grandmaster had already left this place and resumed wandering the Divine Land.
At the thought of this possibility, Zhao Hun felt thoroughly miserable. Could his only hope of turning the tables really have come to nothing just like that?
Just as he was about to leave, his ears