Leader Li pondered for a moment, carefully recalling Meng Zhao's life, deeds, and conduct.
From his perspective and senses, this was an unparalleled Martial Dao Heavenly Pride with deep roots and an exceptional family background.
He was born noble, possessed peerless talent, acted uprightly yet domineeringly, and carried a captivating charisma.
Moreover, whatever he did, he followed the rules and insisted on having proper cause and justification. This, in itself, showed that Meng Zhao was not a man without principles.
In that case, if they went to seek Meng Zhao while harboring goodwill, there was only the slimmest chance that he would make any move against them.
"Fine, we'll go find Meng Zhao. Even if we seek out someone else, if anything goes wrong in the future and affects all of Lingwu City, we still won't be able to avoid this man!"
The fish shop owner was inwardly excited, secretly mulling over whether he could use this opportunity to join the Meng Family's service and, at the very least, reap a few benefits...
Yangwu Grand Barracks, on a stretch of level valley ground beside the entrance to Dayao Mountain.
Banners snapped in the wind, fierce gusts howled, and waves of battle cries rose and fell, their baleful aura shooting straight into the heavens.
Across the flat, snow-covered ground, whose entirety could be seen at a glance, thousands upon thousands of burly men stood bare-chested with black headbands tied around their heads. Under the shifting signals of small flags of different colors and formations, they continually changed their formations.
Square formations, long formations, circular formations, wedge formations, goose formations, single-file snake formations... they transformed one after another.
The soldiers of the two camps were divided into numerous small groups, and these small groups in turn formed larger formations.
This was the