Tan Cai'er had unconsciously leaned her soft, delicate body against Meng Zhao. Her cherry lips hung open, and her eyes brimmed with astonishment.
Setting everything else aside, Meng Zhao's experiences over these past days were things ordinary people might not encounter even once in their entire lives.
What was more, they involved not only supreme figures from the Ancient and Medieval Eras, but also the schemes and plots of the Beitang Imperial Clan upon today's Divine Continent, along with countless disputes.
Of all this, the person she was most familiar with was actually Bei Tangsu of the Divine Saber Hall.
This was inseparably connected to her grandfather, Tan Changming.
Though Tan Changming's origins could not be called humble—he was merely the son of a county commandant—the reason he had risen all the way to prominence was not only because he relied on his wife, but also because of the Divine Saber Hall's indispensable support. He had originally been a core disciple secretly trained by the Divine Saber Hall, and his accomplishments had been considerable.
After Tan Changming became Yanzhou's overlord and uncrowned king, this legitimate background made his position within the Divine Saber Hall exceptionally unique.
Over the years, he had brought his advantages in connections into full play. The Tan faction had become a colossal force within the Divine Saber Hall's lineage, wielding immense influence—far beyond what Bei Tangsu's temporarily risen little hill could compare to.
For instance, recruiting disciples was one of the Divine Saber Hall's utmost priorities. Fairness and impartiality had to be ensured, and favoritism could not be allowed. Otherwise, it would smash the golden signboard of this Sacred Land of the Way of the Saber and lose the allegiance of the people.
Still, pulling a few strings in minor ways—such as lowering the difficulty of