Third Young Master Bai and Mr. Yue watched Meng Zhao vigilantly, preventing him from intervening.
In truth, it was not only the two of them. Yu Daoist and Monk Cheng Kong shared the same thoughts; they simply did not make it as obvious.
In terms of close ties, they would all rather see Mu Yi become the greatest winner than let Meng Zhao claim everything in the end. Naturally, they stood on Mu Yi's side and were willing to do certain things for him.
Not to the point of fighting Meng Zhao to the death, perhaps, but lending a hand at a critical moment was still possible.
Yet, to the surprise of everyone—including Lu Hou'er, Xu Tingyun, and Gan Mingfeng—Meng Zhao merely revealed a faint smile and calmly watched Mu Yi's movements, without the slightest intention of making a move.
That was rather baffling. Even Mu Yi himself, one of the parties involved, began to have misgivings. He had no idea what Meng Zhao meant or what scheme might lie behind it.
Unconsciously, Mu Yi slowed his steps. Every movement he made carried a deliberate probing intent.
Yet Meng Zhao remained where he was, smiling as he watched Mu Yi's actions. There was not the slightest sharpness or impatience in his gaze; instead, it held the satisfaction and joy of a fruit about to ripen.
This—this was fucking unsettling. Meng Zhao was the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King, the most outstanding young man in the world today. In terms of personal accomplishments alone, he was actually above Shen Tianci.
After all, no matter how formidable, powerful, or monstrous Shen Tianci was, his gifts and achievements were limited to martial arts.
But Meng Zhao was not merely skilled in martial arts. He also possessed extraordinary ability in building power,