The circumstances left them no choice. Liu An and Shi Jiawen were merely Innate martial artists; facing a Grandmaster Realm powerhouse like Lei Wanche, without using their Trump Cards, they had no sense of security or means of self-preservation whatsoever.
Even if they truly discovered that Qiao Nian's death had been deliberately allowed—or even actively brought about—by Lei Wanche, they would not dare reveal the slightest sign of it.
The two of them were now simply waiting to gather enough cultivation resources within this Thunder Marsh Space before returning to the Divine Continent.
Of course, compared to Liu An, Shi Jiawen had another consideration. At the very least, he knew that Meng Zhao should have entered this Grotto-Heaven Secret Realm with them. He had simply likely gone to the Poisonous Cave Land, leaving them in separate regions.
Yet with Meng Zhao's Peerless Divine Skill, it was not impossible for him to escape that place and come to Thunder Marsh in search of opportunities.
When that time came, given the relationship between Shi Jiawen and Meng Zhao, their safety would be even more assured, and they would no longer need to keep watching Lei Wanche and that Horse-Face Ghost's expressions.
While the two chatted idly, an ominous sign appeared within the pool on the other side.
Waves rippled across the pool, its undulations blooming like lotuses one after another. Before long, two watery vortexes formed, crashing continuously against each other and producing strange phenomena of blazing electrical currents, like two aquatic flood dragons locked in combat.
Meng Zhao had transformed into violet lightning and drifted through the air. His gaze was deep, and with the support of his Primordial Spirit, he saw a great battle beneath the water through layer upon layer of white mist and the resistance of the water.