But sometimes, one had to admit that only such brazen, audacious people could make something of themselves.
Without courage, even when opportunities arose, they would often slip away.
Of course, from the looks of it, Wang Xu's abilities were hard to judge, but his luck was genuinely terrible.
He had only just thrown himself into the great cause of rebellion and had yet to make even a splash when he ran into a Great Demon King-level opponent like Meng Zhao. All that could be said was that his time had not come!
Meng Zhao had just listened to Meng Chuan's report. What those Jingshan Bandits had revealed was more or less the same as what Wang Xu had said; the information was broadly consistent, except Wang Xu's account was somewhat more detailed.
At the same time, Meng Zhao had become interested in this rebel army hidden within Liang Prefecture. It seemed to have already taken shape, yet had not openly raised its banner. He asked, "Tell me more about this rebel army. Who is its commander? What is its exact number? Who are its generals? What military supplies does it have? In short, the more detailed, the better!"
Of the three Northern Lands provinces—Ji Prefecture, Liang Prefecture, and Yanzhou—the calmest was Ji Prefecture. Not only did it have the Ninth Prince holding the fort, but Marquis Bei Ning's Lei Family and Earl of Nan'an's Meng Family shone side by side. Great armies had gathered there to suppress every disturbance, making it no different from an age of prosperity.
Next came Yanzhou. Although the Pudu Cult was a great thunderbolt buried beneath the surface, to be fair, the Pudu Cult was currently lowering its banners and drums, taking the initiative to avoid conflict. The Imperial Court could still maintain overall control,