Qiao Nian's thoughts stirred. Just as he was about to rise, he suddenly lifted his head and looked toward the northwest.
An invisible aura drifted in, sending ripples across the Blue River. Waves surged wildly, piling higher and higher, nearly engulfing these hundred Thunder Peaks.
Above the Thunder Peaks, thunder rumbled endlessly as mountain stones burst apart and tumbled down, subdued by that invisible, terrifying, overbearing presence.
Qiao Nian's gaze was like blazing torches. He saw a figure arrive, stepping upon the breeze, floating gracefully forward. His body was like duckweed, his bearing like drifting clouds, wandering freely wherever his heart pleased.
"Eh, it's actually you?"
Though the two were still a thousand meters apart, Qiao Nian's keen eyesight had already examined Meng Zhao's features and physique in meticulous detail.
His voice was not loud, yet it carried a strange vibrating force that spread throughout the clustered peaks and abyssal lakes.
And with that single utterance, it completely dispersed the invisible aura Meng Zhao had emitted as he approached from afar.
"You recognize me?"
Meng Zhao was rather curious. It seemed that he and Qiao Nian had not met for a long time. As for the information he had learned from Zhao Hun, along with the matter of Qiao Nian having humiliated the real Meng Zhao at Ci'en Temple, he did not take it to heart at all.
After all, he was not the real Meng Zhao and could not truly share those feelings. He merely treated it as idle gossip to pass the time.
"Of course I recognize you. Did you come to kill me today?"
At some point, Qiao Nian had already risen from his cross-legged meditation. He stood in the void with his hands behind his back, carrying an unshakable, imposing air.
He had personally experienced very