Within Meng Family Village in Lingwu Outer City, the lights blazed brightly today, illuminating the manor, as large as a small town, as brightly as day. The banquet stretched from the inner residence at the rear of the manor all the way to its gates. The warriors within the estate and their families gathered together in celebration, creating a lively scene.
The true purpose, of course, was Meng Zhao's return to the manor. The feast was half to celebrate his safe return, and half to celebrate the complete success of this undertaking and the great increase in the Meng Family's strength.
Naturally, since only a handful of people knew that Meng Zhao had secretly left Lingwu City for Liang Prefecture, the excuse given was that he had broken through a bottleneck in his cultivation and that the Grandmaster realm was now in sight. That excuse was sufficient.
After the banquet dispersed, Meng Zhao met Liang Muqiu in the study, restored to her original appearance. After a bout of lingering intimacy, Meng Zhao carefully asked Liang Muqiu about the Yangwu Army's current situation.
Liang Muqiu also knew that the Yangwu Army was Meng Zhao's strongest and most relied-upon foundation, one that could not be allowed to suffer any mishap. Thus, bit by bit, she told Meng Zhao everything she had seen and heard in the army over these past days.
Overall, everything had proceeded according to the broad direction Meng Zhao controlled, and the army's edge had grown sharper by the day.
It had to be said that the Yangwu Army's overall quality was worthy of being called one of Divine Land's mighty forces, the elite among elites. So long as its impatience was gradually purged and its obedience and mutual understanding strengthened, it would far surpass ordinary elite troops, with