The world was unsettled now. The south had already been plagued by frequent warfare, never truly pacified, and now the once-in-a-decade Great Snow Disaster in the north had only made matters worse for the Great Yong Dynasty, leaving it seemingly on the verge of being unable to bear the burden.
Ambitious people from every quarter had begun to emerge. The Nine Surnames Li Family was merely one among them; no one could predict what other great fish lurked beneath these vast rolling waves.
Dragon City was a long-renowned genius. Rising from humble origins to where he stood today, his name had spread through the martial world. Now that some faint traces had been exposed, Meng Zhao was certain to treat him as a point of breakthrough.
If things went well, Dragon City would be a useful pawn delivering experience and merit to him. If things went poorly, having the information in advance would still allow him to strike a fatal blow and deny Dragon City any chance to leap about.
Dragon City had been entangled with Ding Yuqin of the Ding Family. Clearly, he had already set his sights on the Ding Family—or perhaps the Ding Family was colluding with him like wolves in the same den. In any case, it was an excellent opening, well worth Meng Zhao's probing.
With that thought, Meng Zhao had a plan in mind. He turned his gaze toward Wang Xu, who had remained kneeling on the ground.
This man's spine had now been broken, and he had no dignity left to speak of, yet he still possessed a certain degree of value.
"Wang Xu, tell me—how should I deal with you?"
The words were calm, without the slightest ripple, yet they made Wang Xu tremble inwardly, his five organs seeming to burn.
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