"Brother Chuan, a few days ago, before my master True Man Qi went out from school, he left a Qi refining method for you. You can take it next time, it's at my house."
"Did True Man Qi predict I would come back to school?"
As for where the opponent went, Meng Chuan speculated that nine out of ten it was Taihang.
The high-end combat power of the United University was nearly empty.
Except for those like Chen Qiushui, a grandmaster in charge of the Grandmaster Class, they had basically all gone to Taihang to participate in the battle.
"My master has skills in the art of destiny calculation, I suppose he figured it out."
Chu Yanlong was curious:
"Do you know it? Can you give me a reading?"
Xu Qingfeng glanced sideways and waved his hand dismissively:
"I, a poor Daoist, see that your forehead is dark, your life is coming to an end!"
"Get lost!"
...
Xu Qingfeng's home.
Meng Chuan returned again, following Xu Qingfeng inside to retrieve the Qi refining method.
