After leaving the Divine Saber Hall, Meng Zhao did not hurry back to the Yanzhou provincial capital. Instead, he began wandering about, relaxing and traveling.
The long stretch of mental tension, coupled with one major event after another, had left even him somewhat weary.
Thus, he took advantage of this brief time to embark on a carefree journey.
He watched the sunrise from mountaintops, danced beneath lake waters with enormous savage beast overlords, became a righteous hero who punished evil and upheld good, disguised himself as an eccentric martial artist, and casually left behind a stroke of fortune for those destined to receive it—a chance to change their fate...
This continued for over half a month before Meng Zhao learned from a wandering Jianghu martial artist that the savage from the Arctic Ice Plains, Tong Lie—the man who had defeated Great Grandmaster Xie Wanzhi—had actually sent him a challenge.
Though bewildered, he immediately decided to return to the Tan Family.
For if this was true, Lingwu City would certainly send someone to notify him. No matter how much Meng Zhao trusted Liang Muqiu, she would not dare make such a decision rashly.
Of course, this also made Meng Zhao realize that he had encountered a once-in-a-millennium opportunity—an opportunity that could truly allow him to establish roots in the Northern Lands and solidify his influence and reputation among the human race.
Not long after, Meng Zhao returned to the Tan Family in the Yanzhou provincial capital and saw Lü Yue, who had been waiting for a long time, his round face noticeably thinner.
Though they had not been apart for very long, Meng Zhao still felt as if a lifetime had passed. In the few short months since arriving in Yanzhou, it seemed as though he had lived through many years.