Time flowed like water, yet Tong Lie's response never arrived as expected.
In the month after Meng Zhao's reply, Tong Lie's side gave no response whatsoever. This directly convinced the Northern Lands' Jianghu Martial Arts World that this Barbarian from the Arctic Ice Plains was inwardly guilty and short of breath, too afraid to fight the human race's peerless prodigy with all his strength.
Naturally, this allowed the Northern Lands' Jianghu Martial Arts World, which had been depressed for many days and crushed beneath the Barbarians' weight, to stand tall again. It also sent Meng Zhao's reputation soaring like the noonday sun. Rogue cultivator martial artists streamed endlessly into Lingwu City to pledge themselves to him, while the leaders of forces great and small across the Northern Lands dispatched envoys to befriend Meng Zhao and forge ties with him.
For a time, the Meng Family's upper and middle ranks in Lingwu City were so busy their feet scarcely touched the ground. Besides selecting suitable candidates to bring under the Meng Family's banner, they also had to determine whether the various forces seeking ties were friend or foe, whether they were worth winning over, and whether befriending them would benefit or harm the Meng Family.
In short, with this wave of invisible publicity, both Meng Zhao's soft power and hard power rose sharply.
Meng Zhao's latent forces had already been exceedingly formidable. Now, with another wild surge reaching its peak, his strength grew with every passing day.
This was no longer something that could be achieved through management, methods, or strategy alone.
More than anything, it was fortune and destiny pushing Meng Zhao and the Meng Family forward.
Yet a tall tree catches the wind. With Meng Zhao's prestige blazing like the sun at noon, wolves and jackals naturally began eyeing