They said Meng Zhao's aura was terrifying, and that was not wrong in the slightest.
Eunuch Zhan was a man of the inner palace. The people he saw every day were all first-rate masters, and he even frequently attended the reigning Emperor, Beitang Sheng.
He knew full well that this Emperor, seen by others as wise and mighty yet denied the favor of the times, possessed martial attainments so astonishing they shook heaven and earth, unrivaled in the world.
Of everyone Eunuch Zhan had ever seen, no one had ever placed greater pressure on him than Beitang Sheng—not even the other Princes or Imperial Consorts.
Yet Meng Zhao happened to give him an exceedingly familiar feeling, stirring his inner demons and nearly making him kneel in disgrace.
Of course, familiar as it was, upon careful consideration, one could tell that the two possessed utterly different auras.
Beitang Sheng stood high above all, seated over the nine heavens, governing all living things and shaping life and death with supreme divine majesty. A single glance from him could make a powerful inner-palace chief eunuch like Eunuch Zhan tremble in fear for his life, the posture of kneeling becoming almost instinctive.
Meng Zhao possessed perhaps half of Beitang Sheng's overbearing dominance, but he also carried the vigor of a rising sun, along with a sense of primal chaos unfolding, boundless and inexhaustible hope.
Though he fell short of Beitang Sheng, he was still among the finest figures Eunuch Zhan had ever encountered. Even Cui Wei of the Heavenly Punishment Hall was more than a level beneath Meng Zhao.
This was enough to show that although Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King was still young, he had indeed cultivated martial arts that transcended the mundane and entered the sacred, far beyond the ordinary.