Sometimes, what a person lacked was merely an idea, a spark of inspiration, a direction. Once they had that idea, inspiration, or direction, many secrets would suddenly become clear.
Yu Nanfeng quickly realized that her Ethereal Physique was, in all likelihood, an important tool—perhaps even an indispensable one—for Nangong Yao to mend his incomplete Chaos Body. That was why he could tolerate her continuing to cultivate purely, rather than absorbing physiques and bloodlines everywhere.
But this did not help her in any way. On the contrary, it further cut off any possibility of peacefully resolving her conflict with Nangong Yao. Since she was such a crucial, perhaps irreplaceable link, Nangong Yao would never let her go, no matter what.
Just as Meng Zhao had said, if Nangong Yao wanted to mend his incomplete Chaos Body and had become demonically obsessed with it, willing to pay any price, with no person or matter able to stand in his way, then in the end, only one of her and Nangong Yao could survive.
A thought stirred in her mind. Had Meng Zhao said all this deliberately or casually? Was he hinting at something to her as well?
But by this point, Meng Zhao's true intentions no longer mattered. If she did not want to die at Nangong Yao's hands, she could only seek Meng Zhao's help.
Meng Zhao looked at Yu Nanfeng, whose expression kept shifting between light and shadow. His gaze was calm, yet it carried a warmth that soothed the heart.
"You came to find me not merely because Nangong Yao sent you, did you? The most important thing was that you yourself wanted my help to break free from him, wasn't it?"
Yu Nanfeng let out a sigh. This truly was a terrifying man. Before him, she seemed to