Meng Zhao had yet to react when Tan Cai'er's eyes lit up, and she practically leapt for joy.
From beginning to end, she had never worried that Meng Zhao would be unable to handle Beitang Xing. The gap between their cultivation was simply the difference between heaven and earth.
Even though Beitang Xing was a Prince, this was not Imperial Capital City, but Yanzhou. Even a mighty dragon could not crush the local snake. His advantage of status had been compressed without limit and might even become a disadvantage.
Her only concern had been Monk Huikong, his Celestial master.
Though a Celestial powerhouse might not equal a nation alone, their martial strength was indeed enough to roam the world unhindered. Any great faction, including the Nine Surnames and Thirteen Families, would treat one with utmost gravity.
If Meng Zhao angered him, he might not be able to weather it.
But now things were good. Their fronts were aligned, eliminating the greatest danger and risk. From here on, every move would be made with ease.
"That is good. I am certain to deal with Beitang Xing, but before I have figured out his Trump Card, it would be unwise to act rashly.
"There is another matter I wish to discuss with you, Master."
It was precisely the matter of Beitang Su from Divine Saber Hall, and the possibility that a great figure of the demonic path stood behind him.
Tan Cai'er had heard it once before and had not thought much of it.
Monk Huikong's expression, however, changed slightly. Within his warm, luminous eyes, astonishment and realization coexisted.
"So that is how it is. I had long heard of the affairs of Divine Saber Hall. Demonic Saber Jingqing has indeed been an obsession of Divine Saber Hall for centuries. Countless saber