Meng Zhao's dominance and confidence seemed to infect Widow Xie as well. Seeing this, she nodded, acknowledging Meng Zhao's strength.
Personal strength, combined with the strength of one's family and backing, was like two swords joined as one—an unsolvable force.
"I naturally know what you are capable of. Heh, to wrench the Divine Might Army from Commander Bai's hands by sheer force—such skill is something even many outstanding figures might not possess. And even among those who could do it, some would not choose to."
Widow Xie's words carried a double meaning. On the surface, she was praising Meng Zhao's strength and how he had even schemed against Commander Bai. In truth, she was covertly accusing him of harboring ulterior motives: not a loyal subject of Great Yong, nor a good man to the common people under heaven.
If he were truly a good man, he would not sit by and watch the world fall into chaos for the sake of his own ambition and selfish desires, fishing chestnuts from the fire for himself. True great heroes and grand men would never stoop to such conduct.
Meng Zhao was naturally no hero or grand man, nor had he ever considered himself one. Widow Xie's covert reproach did not move him in the least; he merely smiled without speaking.
Widow Xie felt somewhat stifled, as though speaking another word to such an ambitious person would be a waste of time. She said,
"Forget it. What use is there in saying or discussing these things with you? You will still do whatever you intend to do.
"Fine, let us say you wished to see this widow of mine. Now you have seen me and spoken with me. Do you find that I am merely living on an empty reputation?
"If so, you