Meng Yuanqiao had been away from home for many years, wandering the Divine Continent Martial Arts World. Compared to ordinary people, he saw through the ways of the world more clearly. He was by no means some pedantic, purely kindhearted man.
The fact that he had once conversed cheerfully with the master of Mishui Immortal Palace and other Demonic Path Grandmasters showed that he was no good man.
Yet, just as he had worried before, the person before him was his own descendant, and their blood ties were still close.
Though he had not had much contact with him, he had once been quite fond of that nephew of his and was unwilling to truly stain his hands with blood.
Besides, although that fake Meng Zhao had always regarded himself as a member of the Meng Family, he ultimately did not carry the Meng Family's bloodline. What would become of him in the future remained unknown. It would be better to use this opportunity to get to know him properly.
Through close contact and conversation, he could see what sort of character and aspirations the other man possessed.
If he proved to be a scourge who might even harm the Meng Family in the future, then before he could grow too powerful, Meng Yuanqiao would kill him and eliminate the hidden danger. With his abilities, he would most likely be able to take him down.
If things went as he hoped, and the other man could become an even stronger source of support and pillar for the Meng Family, then he would hand this useless thing over to him and spare himself the difficulty.
Of course, if Meng Yuanqiao truly handed Zhao Hun over to Meng Zhao, it would not be much different from killing him. One was direct action,