Now that they understood the reasoning, everyone here faced only two possible outcomes.
First, like Monk Cheng Kong, they could submit to Meng Zhao and become retainers of the Meng Family. A servant did not betray his master; only then might they leave Lishou Mountain safely.
Second, if they refused to submit to Meng Zhao and thought too highly of themselves, then the outcome was equally obvious: only the dead could keep secrets.
Even though Third Young Master Bai was a direct descendant of the Nine Surnames Bai Family, and even with a Grandmaster like Mr. Yue guarding him, before a martial arts overlord like Meng Zhao, his life and death were not his own to decide.
He had never doubted that Meng Zhao would dare kill him. After all, with his rebellion buff stacked to the brim, what was there left that Meng Zhao would not dare do?
Third Young Master Bai had already faintly made up his mind. Compared with so-called family honor and the traditions of great clans, what he valued more, as expected, was still his own life.
Call him greedy for life and afraid of death, call him timid and cowardly—regardless, he did not want to die here in Lishou Mountain, unknown and unnoticed. Absolutely not.
Moreover, Meng Zhao's many displays had, to a certain extent, conquered that supposedly proud heart of Third Young Master Bai.
Submitting to someone was, in fact, something that required discernment.
If, under the pressure of overwhelming authority and the threat of life and death, he were forced to submit to someone he utterly looked down upon and despised, he might well be ready to face death and refuse resolutely.
But how could Meng Zhao be such a person? He was one of the strongest people of the age, perhaps