Honestly, whether in ancient times, the present day, or other worlds, inheriting an existing legacy was far easier and simpler than building something from nothing yourself.
Take the Heavenly Wolf Alliance. It had been formed by outlaws from all walks of life, from different prefectures, regions, and backgrounds, both great and small. Its reach was extremely broad. It was not that Meng Zhao could not achieve what the Jade Faced Rakshasa had done, but it would require a great deal of time and energy, and there would be no shortage of matters to sort out afterward.
First and foremost, merely investigating the precise locations of those forces, large and small, and the martial prowess of their leaders would not be a simple task.
By inheriting the Heavenly Wolf Alliance, even if only a portion of it, Meng Zhao could expand the Meng Family under his control by several levels in a short time, greatly boosting its power. It could even serve to nourish the Southern An Meng Family in return.
However, there were some things he could not tell these two. First, their identities had not yet earned his trust. Second, they stood too low; discussing such matters with them would be like playing the lute to a cow.
Suppressing his many thoughts, Meng Zhao looked at Li Yuan and Yao Jun. Seeing them gazing at him eagerly, their eyes burning with a peculiar fervor and longing, he immediately understood what they wanted and said,
"What do you two want? Just say it. So long as it is within my power, I will not refuse."
Meng Zhao's manner resembled those tycoons in television dramas, casually tossing someone a stack of blank checks and letting them fill in whatever number they pleased, brimming with boldness and dominance.
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