Meeting

The Effeminate Man's eyes shifted. The fingers pinching the flower stem tightened slightly as he recalled the astonishing sight he had witnessed that day while disguised and lying in wait at Mingxiu Lake. He could not help but sigh inwardly.

Not long ago, he had met Meng Zhao face-to-face. At the time, the other man had merely been at the acquired stage of martial arts. Though he had potential, the Effeminate Man had not taken him seriously; he had been a weakling through and through.

Who could have imagined that, in just a few days, Meng Zhao would not only break through to the innate realm, but advance with such ferocity, covering a thousand miles in a single day?

His cultivation and combat strength had already reached an inconceivable level, so terrifying that even he found it frightening.

At times, the Effeminate Man even wondered whether the Meng Zhao he had seen that day had concealed something from him.

Yet on further thought, there seemed no reason for it. It could only be attributed to Meng Zhao's Special Physique and his solid foundation.

Abruptly, the two stopped talking and turned to look in the same direction.

A mist-like Qi Dragon could be seen sweeping a black shadow along as it flew over from afar like wind and lightning.

It rode the air and cleaved the sky, driving the wind and mounting the dragon, swift as a bolt of lightning. Its bearing was tyrannical and awe-inspiring, vast and blazing like the scorching sun.

Before the man had even arrived, a heavy shadow had already fallen over their hearts, and overwhelming pressure rushed at them head-on.

Rather than angered, the Mysterious Black-Clad Man was delighted. His eyes narrowed into long slits, sharp light spilling from them. Like a fierce tiger patrolling the