He had offered the same advice to his father, the Purple Lightning Saber Lord.
The Saber Lord found it strange and asked,
"This matter is not so simple. Though I have met Meng Zhao only once, I could tell that he is an extraordinary talent, brimming with ambition and possessed by an immense lust for power. He appears to be establishing a loose organization, but in truth, he wants to gather Great Grandmasters and martial artists above that level to serve him. The Ascension Society is merely a nominal title.
"Not only that, the Meng Family, to which Meng Zhao belongs, wields immense influence in Ji Prefecture, with roots spread throughout the province. In Lingwu City, he covers the sky with one hand and dominates one side. Now he is going to marry Tan Changming's granddaughter and gain the aid of powerful in-laws.
"You should be able to see his ambitions clearly. If he retreats, he will carve out the Northern Lands and proclaim himself king; if he advances, he will contend for the realm and tower over the fourteen provinces.
"The risk is too great. If he fails, he will drag our entire family into hell.
"When that time comes, even if you have mastered the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques—or even if you truly wield the Demonic Saber—you may not meet a good end."
Throughout the vast river of history, every struggle for the realm, every contest where heroes chased the deer across the plains, had represented endless slaughter and destruction. Even Gods and Devils had fallen in great numbers, let alone them.
The Purple Lightning Saber Lord was not truly afraid of death; his saber heart would not permit him to fear death. Yet he still loved and worried for his family and kin, and he was absolutely