Over the next few days.
Apart from occasionally going out to eat with Li Yun and strolling around the streets a little, Qiao Meng barely set foot outside the hotel.
She had come to regard Li Yun as nothing short of a god.
She clung to him, asking him about the Yellow Martial Origin Art as though she wanted to squeeze him dry.
Li Yun held nothing back. He guided Qiao Meng carefully, helping her go over everything she had cultivated of the Yellow Martial Origin Art in detail.
In just a few days, she easily broke through the barrier that had kept her from the Great Accomplishment Realm and rapidly approached the Perfection Realm.
Her Body Tempering efficiency soared severalfold on the spot.
In the blink of an eye.
Seven days had passed.
In the hotel room, after Li Yun manifested the Yellow Martial Divine Gate, Qiao Meng pressed almost against him, greedily sensing the Earth True Intent hidden within it.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
Qiao Meng's concentration shattered. Annoyance flashed in her eyes.
It was far worse than being jolted out of a sound sleep by a phone call that rang like a death knell.
Only after Li Yun put away the Yellow Martial Divine Gate did Qiao Meng walk to the door, her face dark, and open it.
"Father, of all times, you had to come now... Hm? Wang Lifeng?"
"What are you doing here?"
"How did you know I was here?"
The person at the door was not Qiao Tai, but a man of about thirty.
Two younger men stood behind him.
Wang Lifeng beamed. "Meng, I heard a couple of days ago that you were back, but I didn't believe it. Who knew it was true? Why didn't you call or message me