While Beitang Xing and Old Daoist Liu continued discussing matters through voice transmission, Lu Hou'er and Gan Mingfeng were likewise deep in thought, conversing without pause.
The focus of their discussion was that middle-aged monk who had suddenly appeared. A Celestial Being expert—in their understanding, he was enough to be called the foremost master of the age.
At the very least, they had never heard of a second person with such cultivation.
As for the Ten Absolute Masters of the World, once regarded as standing at the pinnacle, they had completely lost their halo in the two men's hearts after Meng Zhao became a Great Grandmaster.
And such a figure now seemed to harbor immense hostility toward Meng Zhao. They had no idea whether Meng Zhao could weather this calamity.
Lu Hou'er was worried, while Gan Mingfeng had considerable faith in Meng Zhao and reassured him,
"Brother Lu, do not forget that Meng Zhao possesses a supreme treasure and Great Grandmaster martial arts. Combined, even if he is no match for that Celestial Being expert, he can still protect himself. In my view, Meng Zhao may even intend to turn him from an enemy into a friend."
After all, Gan Mingfeng had interacted with Meng Zhao more frequently. He had already seen that Meng Zhao's reason for drawing the middle-aged monk away for a private meeting was likely because he had something to say, or some method to employ.
Gan Mingfeng had also never considered Meng Zhao a reckless brute who relied only on force. The man commanded a hundred thousand troops and could even unravel an emperor's schemes. Such a person was truly beyond the understanding of ordinary people like them.
Lu Hou'er nodded. The anxiety in his heart had not lessened by much, but since Gan Mingfeng said