The Importance of Experience

Before Du Huai Shang and Meng Qi could answer, Miao Hu continued, "My son has fallen into enemy hands. I'm hamstrung and dare not act rashly, afraid I might cost him his life. But since Master was able to slay the Shadow King in a camp surrounded by powerful fighters and lined with divine weapons, then leave without a trace, you must be able to rescue my son from those petty villains. I beg you to help."

He admitted that he didn't have the strength to risk losing his son, so he was asking Meng Qi, who had just accomplished something unbelievable, to step in.

As a top-three-rank powerhouse, he wasn't lacking in confidence, but slaying the Shadow King was truly a formidable feat. Anyone who could pull it off would earn great respect.

Meng Qi didn't answer at once. Instead, he looked at Du Huai Shang. Seeing that Du Huai Shang seemed inclined to agree, he slowly nodded. "One of my companions possesses a secret art. He may be able to find Young Master Miao."

Inside Meng Qi's own tent, his clone sent a voice transmission to Qi Zhengyan, Jiang Zhiwei, and the others, explaining the situation and asking Qi Zhengyan to come over.

The space behind Qi Zhengyan rippled, as though something had slipped away from him, but he remained seated, showing no sign of anything unusual.

In the central command tent, the restrictions quietly faded. A flash of blood-red light appeared to Meng Qi's left, then swiftly drew back. Qi Zhengyan stood there, his aura steady, making it impossible to tell whether he was the original or a clone.

He didn't waste words and got straight to the point. "I do have a secret art, but I need the blood of a relative as a guide."

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