Sure enough, seeing that Meng Zhao showed no obvious resistance, Si Peng seemed to have cast off a heavy burden. His tone grew much lighter as he continued,
"Hu Mountain is steep and treacherous, shrouded in drifting mists and crawling with venomous creatures. Exploring it is extremely difficult.
"I believe only the Dan Chi Clan has the confidence and capability to help my friend."
"Therefore, Lu Yang, I hope you can lead a group of Dan Chi warriors to assist Su Tianwang in hunting ferocious beasts, taking the essence of their flesh and blood to help him master his divine art."
Why was Si Peng so courteous toward Meng Zhao, even seeming as though he were coaxing and pleading with him?
The reason was simple. Ever since Meng Zhao had arrived at the Divine Might Army camp, he had performed outstandingly. The five thousand Dan Chi warriors who had joined afterward were equally astonishing in quality.
Moreover, Si Peng had paid no small price to secure Meng Zhao's allegiance. How could he so quickly start ordering Meng Zhao around, ruin their goodwill, and damage their relationship?
To put it bluntly, if he truly had to choose between Su Hongtu and Meng Zhao, Si Peng now found it somewhat difficult to decide.
Su Hongtu was formidable, certainly, but his influence within the Divine Might Army camp was actually rather limited. Without Mo Li, his diehard supporter, there would be even less to say.
Meng Zhao had joined with capital in hand, and he had recently grown close to Hong Tianzheng—to the point that they seemed able to wear the same pair of trousers. Comparing the two, Meng Zhao's side, with a force that had reached ten thousand men, held greater influence.
If Meng Zhao refused Si Peng out of laziness or