When one stood beneath low eaves, one had no choice but to bow one's head. By waiting like this, the two had in fact guessed that Dragon Tree Monk was testing their patience.
Several hours passed. Meng Zhao and the young man of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe had performed in a manner that likely met Dragon Tree Monk's expectations, and before long, a voice came from within the monk's quarters.
"Both of you, come in!"
Only then did Meng Zhao shake his body, making his sinews and muscles quiver and his feathered robes flutter, flinging away every bit of snow densely covering him. Then, together with the Heavenly Wolf monk, he stepped forward, pushed open the door, and entered the room.
What met their eyes was a room so empty it was outrageous. Apart from one man and a brick-and-stone bed, there was nothing else.
The entire monk's quarters seemed to be made of the same material as the black stone tiles in the martial arts arena. While pitch-black, their surfaces bore an extraordinarily powerful magnetic force, causing countless distorted forces to exist within this space.
The moment Meng Zhao and the young man of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe took a single step inside, they were immediately pulled askew and nearly toppled by the twisted, chaotic, yet multitudinous magnetic forces. Fortunately, both had excellent balance, abundant true qi, and solid stances. They quickly steadied themselves and stood straight as pines.
Meng Zhao had naturally put on this appearance deliberately, displaying the standard one would expect of an ordinary Innate Martial Artist.
It was fortunate that his acting was exquisite and that he left no drop of water unaccounted for, considering every possible circumstance. Otherwise, the instant he entered the monk's quarters, Dragon Tree Monk might very well have spotted something