Bai Xingyun was the son of the head of the Bai Family, one of the Nine-Surname Houses. Born into wealth and nobility, naturally standing above others, he was proud, unruly, and never bowed to anyone. Logically speaking, no matter how outrageous Meng Zhao's display had been, it should not have brought him to this point.
Yet before encountering Meng Zhao, he had already been beaten black and blue by Shen Tianci, even developing a heart demon.
Meng Zhao stood as Shen Tianci's equal in fame, and now he had cultivated Great Grandmaster martial arts and obtained a heaven-defying opportunity. At least in Bai Xingyun's eyes, Meng Zhao surpassed Shen Tianci by another level. Submitting to such a man was no great hardship.
There also seemed to be a little calculation of Bai Xingyun's own involved. His heart had been clouded with dust, plagued by a heart demon. Even if he had luckily mastered the Blood Sacrifice Diagram, it was two hundred percent impossible for him to attain Bai Qi's realm of a killing god, a butcher of men. Thus, defeating Shen Tianci was nothing more than a fantasy.
Since that was the case, he might as well save the nation by taking a roundabout road. So long as Meng Zhao could defeat Shen Tianci—even without killing him—Bai Xingyun could use a secret art to sever his heart demon, restoring the clarity of his spiritual awareness and freeing his cultivation from its shackles.
Of course, there was a price. He would have to erect another divine statue within his heart, one belonging to Meng Zhao. Yet this statue would be erected willingly, unlike a heart demon, and would not hinder his cultivation.
Mr. Yue understood Bai Xingyun better than anyone. Seeing this, he guessed what the man was thinking and sighed.