In truth, there were countless examples of this principle in practice.
Take modern society, for instance. If someone struck up a conversation with a woman on the street, a handsome man would surely receive preferential treatment, perhaps even develop a relationship with her.
But someone ugly, even lecherous-looking, would be sternly rejected—and might even be branded a hooligan.
Meng Zhao and Dragon City were much like those handsome men, possessing privileges ordinary people did not have.
"Th-then aren't you afraid that, because of me, you'll offend Dragon City and bring trouble upon yourself?"
This was what Ding Yuqin truly worried about. Though she was still chaste, in the eyes of outsiders, she and Dragon City already appeared to be a pair of immortal lovers.
If Meng Zhao snatched her away midway, Dragon City would certainly fly into a rage. After all, the hatred of a murdered father and the grievance of a stolen wife were things no man in the world could endure.
Had Dragon City merely been some incapable nobody, it would have been one thing. But he possessed extraordinary talent, exceptional strength, and many trump cards. Only his family background was somewhat lacking. Even so, he could still bring Meng Zhao enormous trouble.
Just think of it: such a terrifying figure, consumed every day by thoughts of how to deal with you over the grievance of a stolen wife—anyone would have to weigh whether they were qualified to bear such hatred.
As the saying went, there were only thieves who stole for a thousand days, never guards who guarded against thieves for a thousand days. Once such a formidable person caught even the slightest opportunity, Meng Zhao would be in serious trouble.
Meng Zhao laughed heartily. From within his Purple Eyes burst a strand of fierce, domineering will