Old Eight gaped at the direction Lu Hou'er had left in. After a long while, he finally let out a long breath. The curve of his lips could no longer be concealed, and he even swung his arm and punched the air fiercely to show his joy.
"Meng Zhao, Meng Zhao—this truly is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. I was born lowly, my aptitude is poor, and I was too eager for quick success, damaging my foundation. My Martial Dao can advance no further. If I want to break through, outside help must intervene.
"Meng Zhao has cultivated to Great Grandmaster, his Martial Dao bordering on the divine. If he is willing, he will surely be able to resolve my difficulties. I must carefully consider how to please him."
Old Eight was actually unlike the usual martial arts fanatic. His pursuit of martial arts stemmed more from unwillingness and defiance, which inevitably made him somewhat impatient.
Moreover, Martial Dao Cultivation was also the closest and most promising path toward the Way of Longevity.
For no other reason than to live a few more years and enjoy life a few more years, pleasing Meng Zhao would be worthwhile.
Meng Zhao was still drinking alone in his room. The fragrance of wine filled the air, accompanied by peanuts fried to perfection. He was pleasantly tipsy, content in his own enjoyment.
His state of mind was quite calm as well. He had not become panicked and restless day and night simply because he had heard of Gu Li's existence. The other man did not have the qualifications to make him uneasy.
He did not even regard Gu Li as an opponent. The gap between them was simply too vast.
What Meng Zhao was considering was whether Gu Li acted alone, or whether someone was pushing