Meng Zhao seemed to know that what he had said lacked any proof and would be difficult for others to believe, yet he did not care. He said, "I know you do not believe me, but it does not matter. The foundation lies with me. Gentlemen, wait and see; in time, it will naturally be proven."
Everyone harbored different thoughts. Some even felt that Meng Zhao might not have been speaking empty words after all, and their loyalty rose by several degrees.
To be honest, He Wuji truly felt his heart stir for an instant. What Meng Zhao had offered was precisely what he wanted.
First, He Wuji himself was simple by nature and loved nothing but martial arts. He had always carried a heart full of fervor for the path of martial dao, one that had never cooled, and he had continuously striven for it without rest.
For this reason, he and his four fellow disciples had pledged themselves to Commander Bai in pursuit of the Grandmaster martial path. At his command, they had joined several great guard generals in building this Divine Might Army of thirty thousand from nothing, pouring no small amount of effort into it.
This alone showed that he was by no means one of those people with a rebellious bone at the back of their heads, incapable of serving beneath another. Rather, he was someone without great ambitions, easily contented.
As He Wuji's martial arts had steadily improved and the Martial Dao Fortune of the age had flourished, his path toward Grandmaster gradually opened up. Thus, his former desires had turned into freedom from desire. Commander Bai could do nothing about him, only place him in a lofty position and support him there.
Meng Zhao was actually using much the same method. Moreover, he