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"Fourth Brother, y-you've become young again?"

Meng Chuan was still in shock when Meng Rong blinked her beautiful eyes in envy and asked.

Though she was still young and had yet to understand the sorrow of aging and fading beauty, that did not prevent a young girl from wishing to preserve her youth and beauty forever. Seeing Meng Zhao suddenly look so much younger, she naturally felt envious and wanted to know the secret behind it.

That way, perhaps many years from now, she too could use the same method to return herself to a younger appearance.

A faint violet glow lay in Meng Zhao's eyes, brilliant as stars and deep as abyssal rivers. His bearing was gentle and detached. Hearing this, he smiled slightly, and an invisible ripple of spiritual force spread outward, making everyone present feel a little more cheerful.

"What, did I look very old before? My cultivation has merely improved a little. It is nothing worth mentioning."

The Innate Realm Warriors present, including Han Pu and Liang Muqiu, all shook their heads inwardly. Such mysterious, overwhelming strength was far more than a slight improvement—it was simply a heaven-and-earth overturning transformation.

In the past, they had actually respected Meng Zhao more than they feared him. After all, Innate Realm Warriors could not possibly dread a Houtian Realm martial artist, no matter how lofty his family background or how formidable his strength.

Just as a lion would never fear a house dog.

Yet now, the Meng Zhao in their eyes had become utterly unfathomable.

At times, his presence was plain and ordinary, like that of a passerby. At times, he seemed like a towering sacred mountain, a pillar holding up the sky. At other times, he was like clouds drifting at the horizon or green pines in a