Goose-feather snowflakes drifted down in a steady flurry, covering the hard ice.
Atop the snowy peak, the pair of jade horns on Ao Bing's forehead flickered in and out of view. With every breath came the sound of a dragon's roar. Her physique circulated, her blood and qi flowed like mighty rivers, while a proud jade dragon manifested as a vision and coiled around her.
Endless, supremely pure frigid qi of heaven and earth seeped through Ao Bing's skin and merged into her body...
Not far from where Ao Bing sat meditating, Meng Zhao leaned against a massive snow-covered boulder, holding a martial arts manual inscribed upon some unknown beast hide. His brow relaxed at times and furrowed at others. Clearly, even with his realm, cultivation, talent, and comprehension, the contents were difficult for him to fully grasp.
"Neither divine nor innate, natures and forms intertwining; qi sense communing with spirit, blood aligned and meridians open; the four seasons answering fate, harmonizing light into true fruition...
"With my cultivation and divine abilities, I can only penetrate thirty percent of this Kunpeng Art. It is simply inconceivable. It is not merely that this martial art is mysterious and profound—there must be another reason behind it."
Several days earlier, Lü Yue had sent word about the deaths of Ma Tianyi and Zhao Zhen. The hidden danger had been completely removed, which counted as good news.
Meng Zhao had no particular reaction to this. He had already laid everything out for Lü Yue; if Lü Yue still could not score full marks, then he truly deserved a thorough lesson.
Aside from Ma Tianyi and Zhao Zhen, as well as Shanhua's recent emotional leanings and attitude toward him, Lü Yue had used coded language to relay the complete version of the Kunpeng Art. He