Physique Speculation (Please Subscribe)

Meng Zhao was stunned. He had thought he would have to fight the Immortal Palace Senior Disciple in earnest, blade against blade. He had never expected that the martial art he had created in a moment of enlightenment alone would make the Palace Master view him in a different light. Amid his secret delight, several more thoughts arose in his mind.

Previously, he had only felt that this secret art he had created possessed extraordinary properties for assisting cultivation and enhancing combat power—strong against the strong, stronger against the weak. Now, it seemed he had still underestimated this martial art's value.

Having made up his mind, he resolved that, apart from working on his foundational cultivation method, he would devote more thought to this martial secret art in the future. Only then would he not disappoint the stroke of fortune he had encountered.

While his mind churned, his hands did not slow. He cupped his fists toward the screen, bowed slightly, and said,

"Since that is the case, then I thank the Palace Master for showing mercy. I wish the Palace Master's Demon Gathering a smooth opening and that all your wishes come true."

Having said that, he nodded to the Immortal Palace Senior Disciple and the man and woman on either side of the screen, then turned and departed. His figure was light and graceful, drifting like the wind. Relying purely on his fleshly body to resist the Worldly Power here, he showed not the slightest strain, as though he had already adapted to this place's abnormality. He was truly terrifying.

Once Meng Zhao had left, the Immortal Palace Senior Disciple's cold, stern face immediately fell. Shame filled his expression. Turning around, he dropped to his knees before the Palace Master behind the screen and pleaded for punishment.

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