In truth, as an Imperial Guard planted within the Seven Star Tower, Gan Mingfeng might not have known everything about the Imperial Clan's inner workings, but he certainly knew quite a lot. At the very least, he had channels through which to learn of certain relatively secret connections and information.
According to what he knew, the Beitang Imperial Clan was fairly harmonious internally. Starting with Great Ancestor Beitang Gong, a series of relatively complete rules had been established. Later generations had followed them, keeping struggles for the throne, as well as internal conflicts among factions over interests, barely within a tolerable range.
It had not reached the point where both sides were left battered and broken, or where the imperial clan's vitality was severely damaged.
But that did not mean there was no fighting. It was simply that the methods of struggle were more sophisticated and tested one's tactics and abilities all the more.
There was no need to say much about what kind of person Meng Zhao was. In Gan Mingfeng's view, even the Emperor had to use him as a chess piece to target and suppress others. He was undoubtedly a man of limitless potential, someone destined to stir up the winds and clouds across the Divine Land.
Think about it. Forget subduing him—even forming a friendship with someone of such boundless potential would add weight to one's own side, greatly increasing one's foundation and Trump Cards.
Not to mention that Meng Zhao himself commanded tens of thousands of troops, with the Meng Family standing behind him. With such formidable strength, let alone befriending him, even currying favor with him would be worthwhile, so long as it brought positive returns.
The benefits of befriending Meng Zhao were simply beyond measure.
If that was the case, then Meng Zhao's