Even though it only lasted a moment, Zhao Ya felt more exhausted than after a fierce battle.
Lu Dingtai glanced at Zhao Ya, and although he seemed somewhat weary, he remained standing still, prompting a hint of admiration in Lu Dingtai's eyes.
"How long have you been in the Third Realm?"
"Half a year."
"Not bad, being able to withstand my pressure for so long shows that your foundation is solid." Lu Dingtai praised, but then suddenly changed the topic.
"How did Junior Brother Meng die?"
Zhao Ya was momentarily taken aback.
Lu Dingtai said calmly, "It isn't hard to guess. This jade tablet was his most cherished possession; unless he died, he would never give it to anyone else."
"And since you know about this place, it proves he mentioned me to you, and with his personality, he would never bow to me unless it was on his deathbed."
At this point, a bitter smile appeared on Lu Dingtai's face.
