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After leaving the room, Meng Zhao took a detour to visit Han Pu.

During the battle at Mingxiu Lake that day, while Meng Zhao had entered the water to fight the Green Frog Poison Newt, Han Pu had faced the attacks of three Innate Masters alone.

Although he had relied on Star Power and the Changyang Divine Saber to withstand them, he had still suffered serious injuries.

His internal organs had been badly damaged, his vitality greatly depleted, and Innate Thunder Qi had entered his body and injured his meridians. Had his constitution not been special, he would likely have been crippled long ago.

Over the past two days, he had remained within Zhuangzi's residence, carefully tended by his younger sister Han Lu as he recuperated. All affairs of the Great Banner Gang had temporarily been handed over to Daoist Priest of Plucking Flowers.

Given Meng Zhao's current reputation and strength, the Great Banner Gang ought to have been as stable as Mount Tai. Daoist Priest of Plucking Flowers was highly capable; so long as he did not act on wild whims, no major trouble would arise.

He entered a small courtyard paved with blue-gray stone bricks. Beneath an enormous flame-red banyan tree, its shade hung in layer upon layer like crimson clouds at the edge of the sky.

A breeze swept through, stirring the rustling leaves and making the already tranquil, elegant courtyard seem like an immortal palace in the heavens.

What surprised Meng Zhao was that Han Pu was not resting in bed like an ordinary patient. Instead, he held the Changyang Saber, which glimmered with a faint red halo, and practiced the saber beneath the flame banyan.

This method of saber practice was rather unique. It was not like that of ordinary martial artists, who gathered qi,