Had Meng Zhao not even dared to set his sights on a Celestial like Monk Huikong, and treated a Grandmaster like Zhou Wangqiao as a bargaining chip to be traded? The scale was entirely different.
Since they had no intention of recruiting anyone, they naturally did not care about the origins of this fellow being hunted through the streets. They merely watched it as an odd spectacle, passing the time much as spectators in the stands watched monkey performances for amusement.
Meng Zhao gave no indication, so Lu Hou'er naturally could not presume to act on his own. Beitang Xing and Old Daoist Liu were now living under Monk Huikong's control, without freedom; they had not even the interest to watch the commotion.
Once the fleeing and pursuing parties had swept past the convoy like whirlwinds, Lu Hou'er came to Meng Zhao and gave him a rough account of what had happened.
The man with formidable martial arts, running through the streets with a severed head in hand, was a famed bladesman from Liang Prefecture: Wu Dazhi, the Separating Blade. He possessed peak Innate cultivation and had come to Kaiming City half a month ago to make a living. There were also rumors that he intended to try his luck at Divine Saber Hall; if he passed its tests, he might have a chance to join it.
He had an eccentric temperament. Though he possessed extraordinary saber skills, he concealed his name and identity, working as a butcher who slaughtered sheep and fish at a restaurant, while also taking shifts as a chopping-block hand. Ordinarily, he seemed no different from an ordinary man.
He also had a daughter, thirteen years old, who studied at a Girls' Academy in the city.
Girls' academies were not particularly rare. Women could not take