Meng Zhao was deeply calculating. He always planned before acting and strove to secure the greatest possible benefit.
He was not some reckless man swayed solely by his own emotions, and naturally would not make any decision lightly.
He knew full well that although the current situation was fairly good, apart from the Great Snow Disaster in the Northern Lands and the assassination attempt on the Ninth Prince that he himself had caused, everything appeared peaceful on the surface. It was far from the war-torn, hellish state of Great Yong's south and parts of its central regions.
Yet in truth, this was merely an illusion. The Northern Lands' three provinces were now like a place surrounded by countless brimming powder kegs; all it would take was a single spark to trigger earth-shaking changes.
Naturally, facing such an unfathomably treacherous situation, he needed to constantly strengthen his own power in preparation for the unexpected.
Taking in the Grandmaster martial artist Zhou Wangqiao was one plan. After all, he had Grandmaster Combat Power, and after receiving Meng Zhao's guidance, his cultivation ought to have improved greatly. He was a rare talent, and one of Meng Zhao's Trump Cards.
Meanwhile, wiping out and annexing the eleven forces of all sizes within Lingwu City in such a short time was also because Meng Zhao knew that the mountain rain was coming and the wind had already filled the tower. He urgently needed to bolster the Meng Family's strength, and thus improve his own ability to withstand a dangerous environment.
Naturally, Wu Huaien, with his Grandmaster Combat Power, had also entered Meng Zhao's calculations. He was considering whether it would be better to kill the man outright, or suppress and subdue him with supreme martial arts, turning him into another of his Trump Cards.
Still,