Was Meng Yuanqiao ruthless?
Perhaps. After all, he had watched his own blood relative, a younger member of the family, get killed, yet remained utterly unmoved.
In a sense, Zhao Hun had not died at Meng Zhao's hands, but at the hands of him, a Meng Family grandmaster.
Yet in the end, the two shared nothing more than blood ties. There was not a trace of genuine affection between them.
Meng Yuanqiao had left home in his early years. He had some feelings for Meng Zhengan, though they were not particularly deep. As for Meng Zhao, he was little different from a stranger.
Had Meng Zhao not risen abruptly to prominence and become the Northern Meng Dragon King renowned throughout the Divine Land, Meng Yuanqiao would never have specifically lurked at his side to protect this hard-won true dragon son of the Meng Family.
If—this was only a hypothetical—Zhao Hun and Meng Yuanqiao had grown up together and shared a deep bond, then Meng Yuanqiao most likely would not have made such a cold-blooded decision today.
Fortunately, regardless of what Meng Yuanqiao was like, this outcome could not have been better for Meng Zhao.
After a moment of silence, Meng Yuanqiao took the initiative to speak.
"Now that he is gone, there are no longer any hidden dangers concerning your identity. What do you plan to do next?
"And Zhou Wangqiao—didn't you take him in? Where is he now?"
It was not exactly making conversation for the sake of it, but from Meng Zhao's perspective, this cheap granduncle of his was meddling a little too much. Still, considering that he had done Meng Zhao a great favor, Meng Zhao was willing to speak with him at length.
"For the next while, barring any unforeseen circumstances, I will remain in the