She had been too close to Wang Meng. When he made his move, he was actually comprehending the memories of Moo Shan, and he hadn't hidden this from Meng Ningzi. Being exceptionally intelligent herself, Meng Ningzi had also entered that state of perception. To her, it was the realm of a god. He was a god—a living god.
'Is the man before me a god?'
'That sword strike... how many people in this world could accomplish such a thing?'
Thousands of Fate Grids drifted out, scattering through the air. Their quality was far too low to be of any use to Wang Meng's Godhood. It was just like back then, when Wangtian had to hunt Demigods; here, it was likely that only beings at the level of the Seven Extremes or higher would have even the slightest effect on him.
With a scooping gesture in the air, Wang Meng gathered the dissipating Fate Grids and brought them before Meng Ningzi. "My apologies for the scare. Please, take this as a small compensation."
