Meng Zhao's promise was not very credible. At least, Zhou Wangqiao did not believe Meng Zhao could accomplish it. But at his current juncture, if he wished to achieve what was in his heart, he had no other choice.
Yet Meng Zhao's next words became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
"Senior Zhou, perhaps you do not know that I also possess a Cave-Heaven World, the remnant site of a Divine Demon Ancient Battlefield. There is a blood pool within it, and the blood inside is extraordinary, providing immense aid to cultivation.
Since you practice this so-called Demon Luo Incarnation Blood Soul True Scripture, perhaps you also need such precious cultivation resources to improve yourself."
Zhou Wangqiao needed the blood pool, and he needed even more the blood within it, which might be a special cultivation resource, to aid his cultivation.
At that moment, he had no other thoughts. He sighed and said,
"Dragon King Meng, you have persuaded me. Very well, I shall tell you of this demonic art. I hope it will be of some help to you."
Yet before he could say anything, Meng Zhao raised a hand to stop him.
"There is no hurry. It is Meng's honor that Senior Zhou is willing to join the Meng Family, but you must make a certain contribution before I can willingly shelter you, even if it means standing against the Pudu Cult or Monk Huikong.
This is what the men of the greenwood call a pledge of allegiance. Would Senior be willing to do something for me?"
Zhou Wangqiao was somewhat reluctant. His injuries had yet to recover, and since Meng Zhao was asking him to act, it certainly would not be some trivial matter; it would require the strength of a Grandmaster.
However, since he