The moment Peach Blossom Scholar said this, Beitang He truly began to entertain a few thoughts. After casting an inconspicuous glance at the expressionless Meng Zhao, he said nothing more.
After all, he feared the Grandmaster martial prowess of Wu Huaien, who was seemingly hidden in the shadows, and worried that the man might not only target Meng Zhao, but himself as well. Peach Blossom Scholar's words now gave him a sliver of hope and confidence.
Beitang He, whose schemes ran rather deep, even thought further ahead. If Meng Zhao died here today and he himself somehow escaped this calamity, could he take advantage of the Meng Family being leaderless to seize Yangwu's military authority, perhaps even swallow up the vast Meng Family whole?
After all, in his eyes, Meng Zhao had no descendants and had split from Earl of Nan'an to establish his own household. Once Meng Zhao was gone, the enormous Meng Family would become a great slab of fat. If he did not eat it, others would. Since that was the case, he could not let himself lose out and let others reap the benefit.
Of course, he also knew full well that Meng Zhao possessed an exceptionally keen mind, leaving no calculation unaccounted for. Coupled with his heaven-defying talent, transcendent martial arts, and unknown trump cards, he might not necessarily fall here.
Thus, these thoughts could only remain a few fantasies about the future. Whether they could come true would depend on Meng Zhao's performance and the abilities of the people before him.
Beitang He's subtle shift in attitude might have escaped others, but it could not escape Peach Blossom Scholar and Meng Zhao, both of whom understood him very well. Their reactions were, surprisingly, quite similar.
Peach Blossom Scholar wore a smile, clearly certain that