That night, Meng Zhao left the tent He Xin had arranged for him and moved into the Stone House Si Peng had selected for him.
He waited for a long time that night, yet in the end, the person he was waiting for never came. Perhaps the time was not right, or perhaps the other party was overly cautious. It left him greatly disappointed.
Over the following days, Meng Zhao quietly remained in the Stone House Si Peng had arranged for him. His daily needs were attended to by the four personal guards, and he lived a life of never leaving the main gate, much less the inner one.
Of course, he knew that the seemingly calm Divine Might Army camp had become a place of surging undercurrents because of his presence. Between Xiang Qing and Si Peng, there must have been saber light flashing and shadows of blades crossing, a back-and-forth struggle.
But none of that had anything to do with him. All he needed to do was wait. Whether one side ultimately prevailed or they compromised with each other made no difference to him. At most, it would make his subsequent actions somewhat more troublesome.
For with tens of thousands of Dan Chi tribesmen at his back, he was destined to become someone the Divine Might Army would seek to win over and value highly.
Over these past few days, he and Si Peng had not met even once. He had not gone out, and the other party had not come over.
Still, from the four personal guards who had pledged themselves to Si Peng that night and had ultimately been taken in by him, Meng Zhao learned that those above had already held several meetings. However, the four of them stood too low in rank to come