This was a conflict of interests, the equivalent of a business deal. If there was a million to be made, split into two shares of nine hundred thousand and one hundred thousand between two people, then who would get the nine hundred thousand, and who would get the one hundred thousand?
As a Celestial Being powerhouse, the middle-aged monk had absolute confidence in himself. Given time, the Divine Demon Realm would not be a problem. Likewise, Meng Zhao was one of the foremost geniuses of his generation and had cultivated Great Grandmaster martial arts at such a young age. The Divine Demon Realm might be an impassable heavenly barrier that others could never scale, but for Meng Zhao, it was merely a matter of sooner or later.
Both men had the potential to become Gods and Devils. As for who would be faster and who slower, that remained unknown.
At the very least, after learning of Meng Zhao's cultivation and speed of breakthroughs, he did not dare guarantee that he would attain the Dao Fruit before Meng Zhao.
Seen this way, laying things out clearly in advance could solve quite a few problems.
He still remained silent. Though Meng Zhao was deeply dissatisfied with Beitang Xing, seeing the middle-aged monk's attitude, he knew that unless he produced something real, this man was likely the sort who would not release the hawk until he saw the rabbit.
After some thought, he said, "Master, it is inconvenient to speak here. Why don't you and I find another place and talk in private?"
This time, the middle-aged monk nodded directly. After a moment's thought, he casually traced a circle beside Beitang Xing and Old Daoist Liu respectively. Wherever his finger pointed, golden ripples formed, floating around the two men like ocean waves.
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