The moment Xue Zihou heard this, he understood. Meng Zhao harbored great ambitions and might need his father's strength, as well as his influence within the Divine Saber Hall. Only then would he not be killed as easily as those three.
This eased his mind somewhat. Since he had value to be used, his life was not in immediate danger.
But on further thought, Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King was acting so furtively—could he be planning to use him and his father against the Divine Saber Hall?
The thought sent a chill through his heart. The spirit he had cultivated through saber practice since childhood drove him to straighten his expression and say,
"Dragon King Meng, I can understand if you wish to make use of my father's position and influence within the Divine Saber Hall. But there is one condition: you must never do anything that harms the Divine Saber Hall. Otherwise, forget my father—I would rather die by your hand at once."
His resolute will was laid bare. He truly deserved to be called a good man, one who knew what must be done and what must not be done.
From this, it could also be seen that the Divine Saber Hall was quite skilled at teaching its people. Certainly, because it was so vast and had existed for so long, it had developed all sorts of shortcomings and flaws. Yet its overall spirit remained positive and uplifting.
Meng Zhao smiled and nodded.
"Of course. The Divine Saber Hall is a sacred land of martial arts in this age, the pinnacle of the Way of the Saber, a place revered and worshipped by countless saber practitioners across the realm. Even if I, Meng Zhao, had the nerve to reach the heavens, I would not dare harbor