Zhen Cheng's expression froze. His throat worked as his pair of bright black eyes stared straight at Meng Zhao. He wanted to say something, but the words reached his lips and could not be spoken. He could only sigh.
"Dragon King Meng, I can assure you that of the three who came to Lingwu City this time, only I could cooperate with you like this. If it had been either of the other two, don't dream of prying even a scrap of information from their mouths. I hope you will think it over carefully."
With matters at this point, even he—a Peak Innate Master of the Imperial Guard—could not conceal the unease in his heart. He made one final plea, no longer mentioning keeping promises, only hoping to use his own value to give Meng Zhao a little more confidence.
Meng Zhao nodded. Though he had no way to verify this, he believed it. No matter how inadequate Beitang Sheng might be, he was still the emperor who ruled the Divine Land. Of the three men he had sent out, Zhen Cheng might be disloyal, but the other two could not possibly also be the sort to betray their master for glory, could they?
"Rest assured. This is a good thing. Everything you and I have discussed today came from your mouth and entered my ears; no third person will ever learn of it. Perhaps one day these secrets will be laid bare before the whole world, but that day is not now, nor is it likely to come anytime soon.
"So, I think you can escape the Meng Family and return to Jian Si's side. With your intelligence, it should not be difficult to find an excuse and fob him off."
Zhen Cheng was overjoyed. If so, then he