Meng Zhao's eyes shone brightly, radiating powerful confidence—confidence, not arrogance.
Yu Nanfeng truly wanted to ask: the fundamental art she cultivated was the Chaos Returning Void Technique, born of the same origin as the Chaos Great Millstone. Nangong Yao had poured immense effort into it, distilled the essence of countless divine arts, and derived it from his own physique and bloodline. Though it could not be called flawless, it was still a supreme martial art capable of challenging the Heavenly Human realm; perhaps one day, it might even help her pluck the Dao Fruit.
How could such a crystallization of martial wisdom be altered just because Meng Zhao said he could alter it? Was he not being a little too arrogant?
Yet in the end, she did not ask any of this. Instead, she chose to believe Meng Zhao.
What else could she do if she did not believe him? This was already the method most likely to save her that she could possibly reach.
Otherwise, even if she fled thousands upon thousands of miles away in the future, Nangong Yao could move a thought with his Primordial Spirit and make her go to him of her own accord. Would that not be the greatest joke under heaven?
She did not want to die. She strove to live and yearned for life. This was both a kind of weakness and a resilience carved deep into her bones.
Presumably, Nangong Yao had seen through the weakness in Yu Nanfeng's nature. Certain that she would not kill herself, he had let her leave the mountain without concern.
"Then, then I'll have to trouble Dragon King Meng!"
As she spoke, Yu Nanfeng lowered her head shyly. She was not putting on an act. Though she was a martial arts Grandmaster, she was still