Meng Zhao now possessed unrivaled martial arts, his prestige was at its zenith, and his future boundless. Everyone knew that among the most powerful and wealthy figures of the Divine Continent in the future, he would certainly have a place.
For those following such a hero and overlord, what they yearned for was naturally to establish merit and achieve greatness.
And once one harbored such thoughts, with limited energy, it was inevitable that one might neglect the foundations of one's own household. Night Cat had done precisely that.
He knew Meng Zhao's ambitions reached far, and the situation across the land changed by the instant. At any moment, it might become an age of hegemony of heroes, contending for the Central Plains.
Previously, he had devoted most of his energy to external affairs, focusing on building networks of connections and cultivating and planting spies.
Though no results could be seen in the short term, given enough time, they would naturally establish merit and contribute bricks and tiles to Meng Zhao's great cause.
Information was an exceedingly crucial factor. Whether in military affairs or politics, it could not be done without.
Yet he had not expected himself to be dazzled by that bright future, temporarily neglecting the surveillance and investigation within the Meng Family, leaving loopholes for others to exploit.
It could not be called a capital offense, but it was indeed his fault. If one made a mistake, one had to admit it.
Now, hearing Meng Zhao's forgiving words, his face immediately flushed scarlet with shame. It was merely concealed by his mask, impossible to see. He said, "This subordinate knows his error. From now on, I will handle matters steadily and never leave any opening for petty scoundrels."
Meng Zhao waved a hand, and Night Cat rose and returned