Thus, Meng Zhao could so easily give Zhou Wangqiao to Monk Huikong as a gift to vent his anger.
As for Zhou Wangqiao's earlier claim that he would gather the other fellow disciples who had betrayed Monk Huikong and serve Meng Zhao, that was all empty talk until it became reality and could not be taken seriously.
Moreover, after Hui Kong attained the Heavenly Being Martial Dao, Meng Zhao did not think those few men were worth more than Hui Kong.
Even though the Old Beggar had played matchmaker for Liang Muqiu and him, Meng Zhao could only promise not to harm him proactively. That was already the greatest mercy Meng Zhao could offer.
Seeing Meng Zhao's attitude, the middle-aged monk—Monk Huikong—felt a chill in his heart, to be honest.
He prided himself on not being a good man. He had once thrown the world into chaos, slaughtered beyond count, with corpses piled like mountains beneath his feet—a great demon everyone wanted to strike down. Yet he had always acted openly and aboveboard, never resorting to schemes and intrigues.
But Meng Zhao—or rather, those aristocratic clans and powerful magnates represented by Meng Zhao—had truly seeped conspiracy and calculation into their very bones. At the same time, they were cold, heartless, and selfish to the marrow.
First, they had driven Zhou Wangqiao's family to ruin, then pretended to be good people and taken him in to work for them. In the end, once they found him lacking in value, they ruthlessly discarded him as an abandoned pawn. Just hearing it made Zhou Wangqiao seem incomparably miserable.
Still, Hui Kong was happy, because the more miserable Zhou Wangqiao was, the happier he became. This was the retribution for the betrayal of those fine disciples of his all those years ago.
"Good, Dragon