Purple Butterfly's hostility and anger had little effect on Meng Zhao.
After learning the relevant information about the chief and deputy envoys from the Ji Family Uncle and Nephew, Meng Zhao had already formed a plan.
He intended to use the Dan Chi Clan as a bargaining chip to infiltrate the Rebel Army, but he could not simply join them on a whim. It would be best to choose a faction to join, much like political parties—one had to pick one before participating in political affairs.
Meng Zhao had chosen the faction to which Deputy Envoy He Xin belonged, and Purple Butterfly was, in a sense, his opponent.
Whether from the perspective of the Dan Chi Clan or that of the internal factions, this was how it should be.
Of course, these were only his preliminary plans. They would continue to change as his understanding of the Rebel Army deepened.
Perhaps his guess was entirely wrong, and the chief and deputy envoys were in league with each other. If so, he would have to readjust his strategy.
Smiling, he walked over to Purple Butterfly's table and sat down. His right hand rested on the tabletop, his middle finger slowly tapping in a measured rhythm. This uninvited manner was truly arrogant enough.
Purple Butterfly laughed in extreme anger, yet he was no longer as aggressively overbearing as before.
"So, the Dan Chi Clan's fine son-in-law truly has the Dan Chi Clan's best interests at heart. Then why have you come to see me now?
"Could it be merely to flaunt your might and tell me how capable you are?"
Meng Zhao shook his head. His expression did not change much, but his voice sank slightly, as though his spirits were not high.
"The Dan Chi Clan is in peril, like a