Hong Tianzheng understood this as well, and knew even more clearly just how irreplaceable Meng Zhao was.
Without Meng Zhao, Madam Hong truly might have had no hope at all.
Before Meng Zhao left, he said something deeply meaningful:
"I only hope A Yuan can be healthy and happy. From now on, whatever you need or desire, you may tell me."
With such a simple sentence, Meng Zhao understood that until Madam Hong fully recovered, this great general, one of the six commanders of the Divine Might Army, had already become his to command.
Even Si Peng, who had originally summoned Hong Tianzheng and seemed to have drawn him into his own camp—even if he later clashed with Meng Zhao, Hong Tianzheng would only stand on Meng Zhao's side.
A woman was his weak spot, his fatal flaw.
For Madam Hong's sake, he would certainly do everything in his power to help Meng Zhao, no matter what it was.
Even if Meng Zhao revealed his identity and made his intentions known now, Hong Tianzheng would only stand beside him rather than expose him.
And what Hong Tianzheng represented was the Divine Might Army's most elite force of five thousand men—one-sixth of its total strength. Meng Zhao had already secured them. How could he not be overjoyed?
This was an auspicious beginning. He had already gained something, and from here on, Meng Zhao's confidence would only grow.
After all, before long, the five thousand Dan Chi warriors under his command would also arrive at the Divine Might Army's camp.
With two elite divisions in his grasp, not only could he quickly establish himself, he could also rise in a single leap above the rest.
Of course, Meng Zhao was not someone willing to seek the spotlight. For now, remaining beneath Si