The peach-eyed young man's words naturally carried the taint of sowing discord, but when it came down to it, that was indeed the truth of the matter.
A crucial aspect of cooperation was whether the two parties' strengths were balanced or equal. Even if there was a disparity, it should not be too great. Otherwise, it was not cooperation, but attachment to a stronger power, with a distinction between master and subordinate.
In the past, Meng Zhao and Beitang He had shared a genuinely cooperative relationship.
Meng Zhao bore the title of General Yangwu, commanded the Yangwu Army, had the Lingwu Meng Family at his side, and the Southern An Meng Family as his backing.
Beitang He was the County King's Heir. His imperial bloodline alone was enough to establish a cooperative relationship with Meng Zhao. At the same time, the fact that he could afford to maintain ten thousand elite soldiers showed his formidable strength, so the two sides were considered equals.
Meng Zhao was strong, but not stronger by much. United, they could practically rule all of Lingwu City in both strength and legal standing, without fearing any storm that might overturn them.
However, one crucial point was that Meng Zhao possessed immense potential. His talent in martial arts was unparalleled beneath the heavens; in the present world, only Shen Tianci of Jinling could compare to him. Should he one day attain the martial path of a Grandmaster, the relationship between the two sides would change.
Now, in his eyes, although Meng Zhao had not yet become a Grandmaster, swallowing up eleven large and small forces within Lingwu City was enough for him to swell to another level and exert pressure on Beitang He.
Beitang He himself understood this as well, which was why he had hesitated when