Peach Blossom Scholar left as soon as he said he would, without the slightest dragging of feet. It was not necessarily not a warning to Beitang He.
But Beitang He did not care.
Had it been earlier, when he was alone and weak and had something to ask of them, he would naturally have been swayed by Peach Blossom Scholar and the force behind him, unable to control his own fate and forced to do things he did not wish to do.
He had even been at a disadvantage during his dealings with them.
Now that he had Meng Zhao as a partner and his own strength was rapidly expanding, though he still feared the Demonic Path, he had gained the confidence to say no.
Even without Meng Zhao, he himself commanded ten thousand elite troops.
Earl of Nan'an Meng Jizu had been able to lead ten thousand soldiers to wipe out a Hell Path Grandmaster. His own ten thousand elite troops might not be incapable of the same.
Of course, Beitang He was an enormously ambitious man with plans of his own. Whether the Demonic Path or Meng Zhao, neither was his most dependable support; they were merely tools for a temporary transition.
Once his wings had fully grown, perhaps he could break free of both their restraints in one stroke and soar into the heavens...
Naturally, Meng Zhao had no idea that the Heir of Yanping Commandery Prince had stirred up so many more troubles after he left.
Not long after leaving the tavern, he turned east, wound west, and walked for roughly half a quarter of an hour before finally arriving at a small apothecary in the western district of the inner city. After secretly exchanging a few words with the shopkeeper, he was led into the