Her knuckles tightened slightly as Zhuo Mengzhen unconsciously clenched her hand, then caught herself and relaxed it.
A cultivator's spiritual perception rarely went wrong. She did not believe she had sensed it incorrectly.
With error ruled out, there could only be one truth.
In just four short years, his strength really had advanced by leaps and bounds!
At this thought, Zhuo Mengzhen was secretly alarmed, then sank into profound dejection and helplessness.
When they first fought in the Yan Kingdom all those years ago, he had only been at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, while she was already at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.
Who could have imagined that, a few decades later, he would not only catch up but far surpass her in strength?
That enormous disparity left her deeply distressed, yet there was nothing she could do.
"Mm."
Liu Yu nodded mildly. He sensed a change in her attitude but did not dwell on it.
No cultivator could truly ignore such a tangible gap in strength.
He then tentatively asked about some of the information the Hehuan Sect had gathered on the Southern Heaven Demon Race.
Though the five of them were "crossing together in the same boat," they still secretly guarded against one another.
Previously, they had only shared information about each blockade when they reached it.
"Our sect hasn't gathered much information about the Myriad Demon Grand Formation in the Black Dragon Mountain Range either."
"What we have is..."
Zhuo Mengzhen felt some resistance toward this somewhat improper question and frowned slightly, but she still answered.
There was no helping it. Circumstances were stronger than she was.
In her current predicament, she could not afford to offend another teammate, or she might very well be abandoned.
Even if trying to repair their relationships now might not