"Then as the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord, the supreme sovereign of the demonic path, did he not also possess Favor of Destiny?
Why did you accept the job of dealing with him? I refuse to believe Meng Zhao was harder to deal with than the mighty Heavenly Demon Palace Lord."
Yu Changkong did not understand. At this moment, he offered a comparison: the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord, as the sovereign of all demons, a demon among demons, and one with a mysterious connection to Beitang Sheng, was surely among the most difficult people in the world to handle.
Yet Zhao Rulíng had not declined Beitang Sheng's decree. On the contrary, he had gladly set out to carry it out. Yu Changkong found this utterly incomprehensible. Could the imperial clan's supreme demonic sovereign truly be inferior to a mere Meng Zhao?
"Of course the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord is also one favored by destiny. But in essence, he is not much different from you or me after breaking into the Celestial Human realm. At most, he commands an extra share or two of demonic path fortune, making him more troublesome than an ordinary Celestial Human.
He is still not a Person of Destiny. The destiny of this age has absolutely nothing to do with him.
As for Meng Zhao, I have already said this: do not measure him solely by his martial arts. His Favor of Destiny means that whatever he does, he can turn danger into safety. If you try to deal with him, you will often end up swallowing the bitter fruit yourself.
In short, I will not go see this man. As for you, follow your own heart."
Yu Changkong committed everything Zhao Rulíng had said that day to memory, intending to report the full details to Emperor