Meng Zhao naturally caught the implication in Beitang He's words. He also understood that everyone in Lingwu City now intended to sacrifice his interests to preserve a stable situation—even if it was only stability on the surface—in order to protect their own interests.
Was that reasonable?
Actually, it was quite reasonable.
Although Meng Zhao was General Yangwu, commanding a great army and able to cover the skies with one hand in Lingwu City, wielding authority and favor as he pleased,
at heart, he was still merely one among the many powers of Lingwu City. He possessed considerable influence and destructive power, but he did not yet have the ability to command all of Lingwu City with a single order.
At most, he was the leader of a loose alliance, perhaps not even worthy of the title of alliance leader.
Of his current prestige and momentum, fifty percent came from his direct command of the sixty thousand Yangwu Army soldiers, thirty percent from his own reputation as the Peerless Prodigy known as the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King, and only the remaining twenty percent from his deeply intertwined connections and his influence through collaboration with all levels of Lingwu City.
Under such circumstances, when his interests came into fierce conflict with those of Lingwu City, it was only natural for others to instinctively protect themselves.
After all, he had been in the city for too short a time. Though he had what could be called a foundation, it was still shallow, and he simply could not contend with the collective will of all the forces in Lingwu City.
This was also a hidden danger born of his abruptly rising to the summit through special means, without years of management and cultivation.
Still, this was merely a conflict of positions;