After all, when someone who had never possessed ambition suddenly gained enough power, ambition would naturally breed within them. And Su Tianwang had already shown a temperament that was hard to restrain, making him even harder to trust.
Therefore, Meng Zhao's speculation and inclination, viewed from a normal perspective, were not wrong.
"Pitiful fellow. Did he truly think he could contend with Dragon City? Did he really think he carried much weight in certain people's hearts?"
Meng Zhao could not help feeling regret at Su Tianwang's short-sightedness and shallow scheming. Perhaps he truly possessed tyrannical martial arts and an overbearing nature, but he lacked the far-reaching vision needed to match them.
The result was naturally that he had been schemed against until he was nearly stripped of even his underwear. The strongest moment of his life might also have been its final moment.
Yet this did not mean the person behind Su Tianwang was sinister. On the contrary, Meng Zhao greatly admired such delicate maneuvering—killing without spilling blood, while coaxing the person being sold to help count the money. That was clever, was it not?
Had Meng Zhao been the one doing it, he would probably have made the same choice, because from beginning to end, Su Tianwang had never understood where exactly he fell short compared with Dragon City.
If he had understood, he would not have harbored fantasies about the person behind him, giving them the chance to scheme against him.
Time passed bit by bit. Meng Zhao also asked in detail about many subjects that interested him, including Geng Pomo himself and the secrets of the other great Vajras. He left nothing untouched.
As for Ji Rushuang, being heavily pregnant, she had long since leaned against the carpet laid out beforehand, wrapped herself in a warm, fluffy