Before Niu Dali and Ji Chang fought that day, Meng Zhao had sensed something strange and amiss, as though someone had plotted against him. However, there had been too many spectators and the scene had been chaotic, so he had not pursued the matter.
After returning to the Stone House, guided by a flash of spiritual insight in his heart, he guessed that Zhao Hun, his fated great enemy, had also come to Mishui Immortal Palace and had discovered him, thus devising some scheme.
Mere intuition was naturally not reliable, even though he had now grasped the way of the Heaven Earth Man Trinity, his spiritual realm rising layer upon layer, and had vaguely gained the ability to sense the cicada before the autumn wind stirred.
Thus, Meng Zhao later used a spiritual imprint to communicate with and question Flood Dragon Little Nine, which he kept close at hand.
Though, because this place was filled with experts and Martial Dao Grandmasters stood guard, he had not fed the poison pill to Flood Dragon Little Nine, leaving it an acquired creature, the bloodline of a top-tier Pureblood Fierce Beast still gave it an instinctive sense of smell. It could detect the aura of someone familiar—Zhao Hun.
Just now, Meng Zhao had been searching for Zhao Hun's whereabouts. It was not only the true Second Young Master of the Meng Family who wanted to deal with him; he too wished to seize this chance to uproot that man completely. From then on, beneath heaven and earth, there would be only one Meng Zhao—and that would be him.
At this moment, the Immortal Palace Senior Disciple entered the main hall. Dressed in a fitted black martial robe, he appeared even more heroic and upright. A long sword adorned with a red tassel rested