Dragon City had no idea of the tempestuous waves surging in Zhao Hun's heart. He merely nodded bitterly.
"Yes. With a Meng Family Grandmaster cultivating the Red Flag Order, working alongside Meng Zhao, whose martial prowess is unmatched, and the Meng Family, rich and powerful with countless soldiers and generals—how difficult would it be for them to strike back?
I am not belittling myself. I simply know my own limits.
Zhao Hun, I am not afraid to tell you that Commander Bai's plan will likely come to nothing. As for Elder Cheng's intentions, I have no wish to take part either.
We can only see how the situation in the Northern Lands unfolds in the future.
If there truly is no place left for me, I still have some old acquaintances. I can head to the Central Plains or travel south."
"That is all I have to say. The only reason I have told you so much is because we used to have a fairly decent relationship. Go!"
Zhao Hun had originally had other matters to discuss with Dragon City, including several things Elder Cheng had repeatedly instructed him to handle.
But now, seeing Dragon City so dispirited and learning that a Grandmaster stood behind the Meng Family, protecting Meng Zhao—or rather, guarding Meng Family Manor—he lost all interest.
Instead, his entire mind focused on this Meng Family Grandmaster, for he felt he had seized an opportunity—an opportunity that might let him turn defeat into victory from the brink of ruin, and make that lowborn man lose everything, even his life.
Thus, he no longer had any desire to bicker with Dragon City. He merely left him with the words, "Take care of yourself," then employed his movement technique and drifted gracefully out of the courtyard...
Night had fallen over