Unlike Chen Siyuan, who had fallen into a dream and could not break free, Liang Muqiu remained clear-headed and rational throughout. Watching the scene unfold before her, she sank into thought.
Before Meng Zhao had left, he had indeed left a portion of his martial power within her. Unlike the power left within the other women, which merely protected them, the power within Liang Muqiu was immensely vast and possessed a certain degree of initiative.
Yet Liang Muqiu was certain that the power within her back then had been absolutely incapable of doing what it was doing now. It was more like... more like an upgrade, a strengthening.
"What change has Meng Zhao undergone to become so miraculous? He is far away in Yanzhou, yet after growing stronger, that growth can actually be synchronized with us here. It truly is astounding."
Meng Zhao had once been incomparably weak before her eyes. As the Eldest Brother of the Seven Freaks of Minshan, she could even have easily killed a Houtian Realm martial artist like Meng Zhao.
But now, she could no longer even glimpse Meng Zhao's heels. Even when Meng Zhao displayed his power before her, she found it difficult to see its true essence.
Time trickled by, drop by drop. No one knew how long had passed before Chen Siyuan finally woke from his dream.
The instant he awoke, his memories from before he had fallen unconscious surged into his mind, making him realize that there had to be a grave problem with the way he had fallen asleep.
He remembered that, before falling asleep, the power originating from Meng Zhao had seemed to... seemed to seep into the Flesh and Blood Auditory and Visual Technique.
Not good.
The moment he realized that he might have no way out, he