Meng Zhao glanced at Monk Cheng Kong. Without anger, he exuded majesty; even with the monk's cultivation of mind and temperament, he felt that a single glance from the other man could cast him into an abyss ten thousand fathoms deep. The gap between them was simply too great.
It was like an elephant and an ant. If the two truly possessed souls and intelligence, then the crushing advantage in size alone would leave the latter's liver and gall shattered. How could there be any talk of enough ants biting an elephant to death?
By the same token, Meng Zhao's life essence now far surpassed Monk Cheng Kong's. Every movement, even the slightest expression, could exert a profound influence on him.
Meng Zhao saw that Monk Cheng Kong possessed decent reserves and a fairly solid foundation. With the Prajna Buddha Light within that Palm Leaf Kasaya, let alone becoming a Grandmaster, he might even have a chance at becoming a Great Grandmaster in the future. If he gained the Seven-Colored Glazed World Purifying Sarira as well, even the realm of Celestial Man was not beyond his reach.
But whether he received this opportunity depended on whether Meng Zhao was willing to grant it. If he was not, the other man might not even be able to keep the Palm Leaf Kasaya. Thus, Meng Zhao's attitude was now of utmost importance.
"Monk, do you know of my past experiences?"
Monk Cheng Kong nodded. Since Meng Zhao's name as Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King had spread throughout north and south of the great river, his background and life experiences had also been dug up, earning him another wave of admirers. He could be called a model of a tragic life turned around in a stunning rise.
"Then you naturally know