It was not only Third Young Master Bai and the others. Lu Hou'er, Xu Tingyun, Min Tao, Wu Chen, and Gan Mingfeng all thought the same way.
First of all, as Yu Daoist had said, these people were, at the very least, outstanding figures in their own regions. The first four were even rulers of their respective domains, with their own forces, backgrounds, and connections. Within their own territories and spheres of influence, their word was law.
Gan Mingfeng, in particular, held the dual status of an Imperial Guard and a disciple of Seven Star Tower. His sights were far higher than ordinary.
He truly admired and feared a peerless prodigy like Meng Zhao. Bootlicking was one thing, but when the time came to sell him out, he would do so just the same.
For instance, when he had previously been beguiled by that mysterious existence, he had intended to hand Meng Zhao over to it. Unfortunately, what followed proved that this had merely been his own wishful thinking. Left with no alternative, he had turned and joined Meng Zhao instead.
There was no way he would casually acknowledge some so-called imperial descendant as his master.
Good heavens, the Great Sui Dynasty had been destroyed for who knew how many years. So-called imperial descendants were not worth mentioning at all, and might even bring tremendous danger.
Speaking only of danger, the Nine Surnames Li Family and the Imperial Sui Yang Family now bore an irreconcilable, heaven-shaking hatred for one another. After all, the former had seized the latter's dynasty. The hatred of a ruined state naturally made them fear retaliation.
If you kept your head down, that was one thing. But the slightest sign of rising would certainly be met with a storm of violent blows. How could that be