Meng Zhao laughed heartily, seized Tan Cai'er's fair hand, and said with confidence,
"Lightning Tread Palm is indeed an extraordinary palm technique. It turns yin into yang, soft overcomes hard, and its ferocity is unparalleled. Unfortunately, though this palm art is formidable, Cai'er, your cultivation is still somewhat lacking. I fear that only after you enter the Grandmaster realm, and then use this palm technique while I simultaneously disperse my protective divine skill, might you have a ten or twenty percent chance of lightly injuring me."
Listening to Meng Zhao's string of assumptions and qualifications, Tan Cai'er stuck out her tongue. She was delighted and proud inside, yet refused to concede aloud.
"I know. You've mastered Great Grandmaster martial arts and rely on your realm to bully others. No matter how I fight, I can't hurt you."
Meng Zhao merely smiled without speaking. In truth, he had even used an exquisite force-dissipating technique just now, weakening the Lightning Tread Palm's hard force layer by layer the instant it entered his body. Otherwise, had his protective divine skill stirred, the rebounding force alone could have severely injured Tan Cai'er.
Sometimes, martial arts that were too advanced could also be troublesome. A moment of carelessness could harm those around you.
Of course, Meng Zhao had cultivated to the point where he could do as he pleased, taking in and releasing force freely, so he had no such concern.
Hand in hand, the two came to the table in the room and sat down, pouring themselves two cups of tea.
Tan Cai'er returned to her earlier question, though now with a touch more curiosity.
"Isn't it perverted for you to take on Beitang Xing's appearance and act intimate with me? Also, from what I saw before, although your appearance and build were no