If his research, understanding, and experience of Lishou Mountain were combined with Meng Zhao's peerless martial arts, their chances of survival would greatly increase. Gaining something from it would only be natural.
Of course, no matter how much he said or how pleasant his words sounded, one point could not be avoided: he still wished to use the matter of Lishou Mountain to fight for a way out for himself. For that, taking a risk by entering Lishou Mountain was not unacceptable.
Meng Zhao did not think that, with his martial arts, there was any place in those mountains he could not venture into. Besides, Flood Dragon Little Nine, currently coiled around his waist, had already grown tremendously. Its bloodline had been tempered to an extreme degree, its ferocious beast instincts abundant. When they entered Lishou Mountain in the future, it could also serve as one of his Trump Cards.
Even without Gan Mingfeng's guidance, he still had absolute confidence that he could retreat unscathed. Thus, the key question now was whether he wanted to save this man.
After pondering for a long while, Meng Zhao finally said,
"Let today's matter end here. Rest here and nurse your body back to health. We can discuss Lishou Mountain another day."
Seeing that Meng Zhao was about to leave, Gan Mingfeng hurriedly dropped another bombshell.
"Dragon King Meng, please wait. When I traveled and explored Lishou Mountain two years ago, I was not alone. Many others experienced all manner of mysterious wonders then, and some even obtained treasures. If you do not make plans early, General, I fear others will beat you to the prize."
Meng Zhao waved a hand and left with Meng Chuan and Lü Yue. He was not overly concerned by Gan Mingfeng's words. Others might be able to