A Meeting in the Sixth Nation!

"Dao Fang...." he thought. "Once I leave the Windswept Realm and get back home, I'm definitely going to go back to the Ancient Dao Lakes!" Meng Hao's eyes glittered thoughtfully, and then the intimidating gleam in his eyes vanished. He looked back down at Yuwen Jian and smiled enigmatically.

How could he not have realized that Yuwen Jian could have reached enlightenment much earlier, and had intentionally dragged things out? Clearly, he had been planning something. Although Meng Hao's use of the ax had seemed completely spontaneous, it was actually designed as a warning for Yuwen Jian.