When he received Beitang He's letter, Meng Zhao was actually somewhat surprised. Over this period, he had nearly forgotten about the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect. It was not that he did not care; he was simply far too busy, with too many matters demanding his attention, leaving him no time or energy to deal with this sort of face-saving project.
It was merely a contest of face. At most, they would receive a few scapegoats pushed forward to take the blame, with no profit to be had.
Given Meng Zhao's disposition, assigning his subordinates to handle the matter would have been enough. There was no need for him to personally attend to it.
However, with Beitang He added into the mix, and with this County King's Heir involved, he had no choice but to give him some face. Amid his busy schedule, he carved out a little precious time to meet with the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect...
On the night of the third day after the heavy snow stopped, Meng Zhao led a group of guards out beneath cover of darkness, heading for the place he had agreed upon with Beitang He. The journey was completely unhindered, and before long, they arrived at a patch of wilderness in the outskirts beyond the city.
They had chosen such a desolate, remote place for two reasons. First, Beitang He had specifically requested it. Second, they would be dealing with people from the Demonic Path, and no one knew whether fighting might break out. Thus, they chose a place where no one would see them, eliminating unnecessary risks.
As the intermediary, and because he intended to reconcile the relationship between Meng Zhao and the Demonic Path, Beitang He had also come in person, arriving in this bleak wilderness at the appointed time.
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