A power, especially a qualified major power on the rise, inevitably needed one or more core figures—even figures of the soul. Within the Hell Path, the Hell Path Master undoubtedly held precisely such status and importance.
If he had been schemed against by Meng Zhao—whether killed, injured, or dealt some setback in his martial path that left him unable to recover—
—it would be a devastating blow to the Hell Path and the other nine people of Impermanence Palace.
Just as everyone was speculating about the Hell Path Master's condition, a sigh drifted from behind the beaded curtain of bones atop the Bright Jade Platform. It sounded at once delighted, satisfied, and wistful, winding through a hundred turns and a thousand bends, carrying an indescribably complex meaning.
"Meng Zhao, Meng Zhao... Heh, worthy indeed of being the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King. At such a young age, he has already attained such accomplishment. Truly remarkable. In the future, perhaps it really will be the world of young people like him."
Everyone heard clearly that when the Hell Path Master muttered to himself, his voice was full and vigorous. He did not seem to have been harmed by Meng Zhao's scheme at all; rather, his words brimmed with praise and expectation for Meng Zhao.
"Th-this, Sect Master, are you all right? Did Meng Zhao use some sinister and cunning method to scheme against you?"
One of them asked, his eyes full of probing intent. If he had not feared the Hell Path Master's might, he might even have gone forward to investigate personally.
The others also looked nervously toward the Hell Path Master. Though all they could see was darkness, the more unknown it was, the more curious they became. Just what had happened for the Sect Master to