After all, although Xue Zihou's hatred for Bei Tangsu ran deep and he looked down on him, he would never consider the man some minor character who could be wiped out with ease.
Perhaps in martial arts, Bei Tangsu was no match for Meng Zhao, but failing to defeat someone did not necessarily mean failing to outrun them.
Meng Zhao shook his head.
"I have my own plans for this. You may leave the mountain first and find a farming household outside to stay with temporarily. When I come out of the mountain, come see me again!"
As his words fell, Meng Zhao vanished from where he stood, leaving no trace behind. Even with Xue Zihou's greatly strengthened foundation and improved aptitude, he had failed to see Meng Zhao's movement technique.
"As expected of the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King—divine dragon seen head not tail. So be it. Without Uncle Chang's methods, even if my martial strength has improved somewhat, I would still be certain to die if I encountered Bei Tangsu. Better to descend the mountain and wait for news."
Xue Zihou was quite willing to take advice at this point. For no other reason than that he had witnessed Meng Zhao's prowess and thus trusted in Meng Zhao's methods.
Meanwhile, Bei Tangsu had his thick-backed saber slung across his back. When Meng Zhao had comprehended the power of time and space, nurtured his Primordial Spirit, and triggered celestial phenomena, he had indeed sensed that something was amiss.
First, countless living creatures around him had, against all natural laws, surged toward a certain area one after another. There were even unnatural scenes of natural enemies existing side by side, turning a blind eye to one another.
Though Bei Tangsu was not omniscient or omnipotent, he could still