Of course, Meng Zhao's fear alone was not enough to outweigh the mission and responsibility he bore as a descendant of Imperial Sui.
Thus, he hesitated—or rather, he was weighing the pros and cons. Could he truly get what he wanted without being harmed by Meng Zhao?
"Dragon King Meng, you are a Peerless Prodigy of this age. Looking across all of history, you are still a first-rate figure. There is no need to mention the might of your martial arts; your potential is the true capital with which you have subdued the martial world.
"Yet the Hidden Dragon Vein is unfathomably profound. It cannot be subdued merely through martial arts or so-called martial talent. Are you really so confident that you can outcompete me?
"If you truly have such confidence, then you and I may as well go to the dragon vein together and see what the result will be.
"If I am fortunate enough to gain the dragon vein's recognition and obtain the Sheji Cauldron afterward, I will certainly offer sufficient gifts in thanks. But if I am inferior to Dragon King Meng, then you may take every treasure left within this Town Evil Golden Hall. I will have no complaints."
In the end, Mu Yi came up with a solution that was no solution at all. On one hand, he tried to persuade Meng Zhao; on the other, he left himself a way out. After all, as Yu Daoist had said, if he did not even try and simply handed over this immense ancestral legacy, then even pigs would be smarter than him.
The others' eyes also gleamed. A chance for open and honorable competition—did Meng Zhao dare accept it? Could he accept it?
Just as Mu Yi had said, force could accomplish most things, but it