Niu Dali drank deeply of the fine wine and sighed with feeling,
"Old Niu really learned a lesson today. I thought dealing with this Ji Chang would be as easy as taking something out of my pocket, but I nearly capsized in a gutter. That fellow's Lightning Summoning Secret Method was truly formidable. What do you think, brother?"
Meng Zhao was kneeling before a low table laden with four small dishes and a pot of fine wine. He lifted his cup, took a sip, and nodded.
"Indeed. Ji Chang's cultivation method was unusual, and he also made use of the favorable terrain here and the power of the grand formation. Though he relied on certain advantages, that did not diminish the sophistication of his methods. In terms of martial arts alone, he could barely be considered first-rate. But when his scheming and methods are added in, he might well have been able to contend with a super first-rate expert."
From an impartial standpoint, Meng Zhao felt that Ji Chang truly counted as a talented man. Unfortunately, he had made the wrong friends and chosen the wrong opponent, which had ultimately led to his death in a poisonous smoke ambush. His death had been exceptionally gruesome. Meng Zhao wondered whether, in the Nine Springs below, Ji Chang would feel any regret.
"Ji Chang's martial arts are secondary. Old Niu, tell us, what exactly happened to Ji Chang? Poisonous smoke suddenly burst from his body. I suspect Fu Ning was behind it, but how did he do it?"
As Zheng Que applied medicine to Niu Dali, he asked in confusion. The two had briefly exchanged words on the arena stage. Though Zheng Que did not know the exact details, asking Niu Dali could not be wrong. Perhaps they could figure out why