Just as Beitang He understood Meng Zhao, Meng Zhao understood Beitang He equally well. Hearing this, he smiled faintly and said,
"Your Heirship, please take a seat first. Since I sent someone to warn both you and the Prince, I naturally have a way to detoxify you both. But before removing the poison, there are quite a few matters worth discussing."
As he spoke, Meng Zhao lightly pointed a finger. Beitang He's entire body suddenly rose into the air, weightless, and drifted onto a carved wooden chair nearby. He had felt no warning and had no chance to prepare. This method did not kill, yet it revealed even greater true skill.
Of course, with Meng Zhao's current abilities, there was no need for him to use such a method to intimidate Beitang He. It was merely an action born of his will, nothing more.
Once seated, Beitang He also calmed down. Most importantly, Meng Zhao had made it clear that the deadly poison within him and Beitang Ang was nothing more than a small dish to Meng Zhao. Since their lives were no longer in danger and the road ahead was so broad, why should he be anxious?
With his worries gone, his restless urgency also faded. Beitang He regained his noble bearing, lifted the teacup beside him, took a light sip, and said, "What I saw at the manor just now was an ice lotus stretching from heaven to earth without end. Its marvelous divine power condensed spiritual dew and scattered it across all directions. I was fortunate enough to receive a little of it myself, and only felt my mind grow clear and my body become pure. Could it be that Miss Liang has taken another step forward, becoming a Martial Dao Grandmaster through communion with heaven and