The entire month of September passed uneventfully. The Meng Manor on Motie Mountain had not suffered a single attack.
But everyone knew Meng Huang would never give up. The current calm could only mean he was making preparations and adjustments, waiting for the right moment.
The later the attack came, the more difficult it would be to deal with.
Chen Chuan opened his eyes, emerging from his meditation. He had recently been focusing all his energy on optimizing his state, replacing sleep with meditation. For a while now, no memory fragments had surfaced in his mind.
But he knew those memories were still deep within him, not gone. They would surface on their own whenever his mind was relaxed and unburdened. Conversely, when he needed to maintain peak condition without any distractions, the memories wouldn't interfere.
