Meng Zhao had been watching the middle-aged monk all along. When the monk mentioned the Pudu Cult, although his expression did not change in the slightest, his aura stalled for an instant.
Fortunately, Meng Zhao had recently deduced and upgraded the Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique, elevating this auxiliary supreme art to an entirely new level. Coupled with his Great Grandmaster cultivation, he was able to detect that tiny flaw in an instant. Anyone else would have seen absolutely nothing.
When Zhou Wangqiao was mentioned afterward, the middle-aged monk could no longer fully control his expression. His gaze rippled with something that could not be called vicious, cold, or indifferent—only a dark, sinister feeling that left one deeply uneasy.
But unlike before, the middle-aged monk no longer remained silent. His voice drifted lightly as he said, "That traitor Zhou Wangqiao is working under you now?"
That one sentence had practically explained the other man's identity perfectly. Other than Monk Huikong, there could be no second person. As for whether someone else might be disguising himself to mislead Meng Zhao, it was not impossible, but Meng Zhao considered it highly unlikely.
"That's right. Zhou Wangqiao switched to Demonic Path arts and became a Grandmaster. He fought the Pudu Cult Master before this and suffered severe injuries. Hiding in Lingwu City, where else could he go but to submit to me?
"Besides, he and the Pudu Cult share an irreconcilable hatred. If he wants to deal with the Pudu Cult, as well as the vicious Monk Huikong who may be hiding behind it, he has no choice but to choose me."
The middle-aged monk did know something about this.
The Pudu Cult wielded immense influence and had countless believers, including officials, aristocratic families, and powerful clans. Even if Zhou Wangqiao was a Grandmaster,