Wu Mengliu gave him a long, searching look, then turned and left without a trace of reluctance.
"Let's go."
Ever since they had met, Li Zhi had felt somewhat uncomfortable about Wu Mengliu's identity as a member of the Heaven-Stealing Sect.
But after witnessing that lightning-fast exchange of blows and wits, he could not help marveling inwardly at her skill.
As they headed toward the next trial, Li Zhi asked, "Why are you so familiar with where that man focuses his attention and how he fights?"
Here, everyone's cultivation was suppressed to the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.
As a bystander, Li Zhi had seen it all very clearly.
Aside from the stealing technique, which he had not quite understood, Wu Mengliu must have predicted exactly where her opponent's attention would be and how he would habitually respond in a fight to pull it off.
"Could you really have figured all that out just by watching him and exchanging those few words with him earlier?"
Wu Mengliu glanced at him.
"Of course not. I'm not that clever."
After a pause, she said, "It's because he's my father."
Li Zhi froze in astonishment.
He instinctively looked back, but the man had already disappeared.
His father had publicly claimed that Wu Mengliu was the daughter of an old friend. He had always assumed it was an excuse, never imagining it was true.
He did not know exactly who that man had been.
But anyone who could appear as a trial examiner in this Mohist mechanical city had to be either a Juzi or a commander from a previous generation.
His mother had once said that his father, Li Hankong, had had a very close friend, but that person had died for various reasons.
Li Zhi looked at Wu Mengliu with a complicated expression.