Gan Mingfeng had actually been living in a state of anxiety and despair all along, because he was different from Xu Tingyun, Third Young Master Bai, and the others.
Though he appeared to be one of Meng Zhao's followers, no different from anyone else, the reality was that he had certain entanglements with the Meng Family and Meng Zhao—or rather, a bitter enmity.
In order to stir up a conflict between the Meng Family and Seven Star Tower, he had not hesitated to slaughter a group of Seven Star Tower experts. It might not have been utterly deranged, but it had come close enough. As far as the Meng Family was concerned, he was unquestionably a menace.
Although he had merely obeyed another's orders and had been unable to help himself in the matter, what was done was done, and there was no shirking responsibility. Moreover, by keeping the Meng Family's Third Brother in his grasp, he had also offended the People of the Meng Family.
If he had not used the legacy opportunity within Lishou Mountain to whet Meng Zhao's appetite and secure himself a chance to serve as guide, he would likely have been killed more than ten times over by now.
Thus, he had always feared that once he lost his value, Meng Zhao would kill him to give the Meng Family and Seven Star Tower an explanation.
Yet Meng Zhao's words just now completely settled his heart. After all, a man as formidable as Meng Zhao, with such peerless martial arts, had no need to deceive someone like him—someone who could be killed at any time and was already under his control.
His heart surging, Gan Mingfeng blurted out everything that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue.
"Dragon King, what I actually wanted