Cai Qi first shook his head and said,
"Yours may not be enough, and I only said it might not be enough. My family's inherited Wind Blade Tribulation has its own mysteries. If one can use one's own Blood Qi as the foundation and unleash Wind-Facing Blade, there is absolutely no way you can withstand it."
This was his deduction based on the internal cultivation Meng Zhao had displayed, but soon afterward, he nodded again.
"However, you truly are a remarkable man. Your cultivation is not profound, yet your realm is exceedingly high. You wield Martial Arts Techniques with effortless ease and possess quite the bearing of a grandmaster. Perhaps you really could withstand it after all. So was I mistaken?"
Meng Zhao laughed heartily. Looking at the intriguing man before him, he suddenly understood something of his intentions and said,
"Just now, President Liu invited me to continue with the next round of revelry, but I declined. At this moment, however, I would very much like to drink and make merry with Young Master Cai. Would Young Master Cai be willing to share a drink with me?"
Cai Qi slowly sheathed his blade. His expression remained calm, yet a bright smile could clearly be sensed in his eyes.
"Then I shall respectfully accept."
The two went one after the other to a fairly large restaurant. They spent a considerable sum to reserve a private room, and once the food and wine had all been served, they began eating while probing each other.
Cai Qi was very curious about Meng Zhao's origins, because Meng Zhao truly was an exceedingly strange person.
His internal cultivation was utterly mismatched with the martial realm and bearing he displayed. Had he suffered an injury, or was there truly some other reason? And was this