Lijia Continent.
Asura Hall.
Meng Po stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing at the distant canyon and the fiery red sun, lost in thought.
In the short few days since returning, they had already gone through several battles.
Not just the Three Black Corps, but people from the five gangs and six sects had come too.
Even some guards from the Northern Federation attacked them under the banner of justice.
However, these days, Meng Po had also taught them that wars come at a significant cost.
Now, Meng Po was considering whether to deepen the lesson for the Northern Federation...
At this moment, Meng Po's watch suddenly rang.
She glanced down at it, her face immediately lighting up with joy as she quickly turned and ran to her room.
Upon reaching her room, Meng Po immediately connected to the deep web and started a video call with Yang Chen.
"Master!" Meng Po's face was full of happiness as she looked at the person on the screen.
