To put it bluntly, the Zhou Family's downfall had all been caused by Meng Zhao. Between the two, it had always been purely a relationship of using and being used. It was only because Meng Zhao had held the initiative from beginning to end that their relationship had seemed fairly harmonious.
If Zhou Wangqiao truly learned that Meng Zhao was the chief culprit behind his family's fate, backlash would be inevitable.
Moreover, Meng Zhao had told Zhou Wangqiao to assassinate Beitang Shu. Even if it were only for show, there was still some risk involved.
If he could dispose of Zhou Wangqiao while gaining the friendship of Heavenly Being Hui Kong, a partnership between them would bring Meng Zhao immense benefits.
Of course, all these thoughts deep in his heart rested upon one reality: this Heavenly Being monk truly had to be Hui Kong, rather than some righteous divine monk of the present-day Divine Land.
As for Beitang Xing and that old Daoist, Meng Zhao did not take them seriously. Their identities and status were indeed lofty, but beyond that, little remained. Compared with the direct impact brought by a Heavenly Being martial artist, they fell far short.
On the other side, the middle-aged monk lowered his eyes to Meng Zhao as well. Upon seeing him, he suddenly understood the many extraordinary aspects of Meng Zhao that Old Daoist Liu had described.
First came the so-called Dragon Manifestation, Imperial Bone, and Silkworm Body—these were the deepest impressions of Meng Zhao that Old Daoist Liu had conveyed.
Old Daoist Liu could understand the first two, but as for the final Silkworm Body, he had been unable to fathom it no matter what.
Yet this middle-aged monk was a powerhouse of Heavenly Being Martial Dao. In almost an instant, he grasped the