"Eh, Meng Zhao, your great name as the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King is known throughout the land—mighty and overbearing. My trifling martial arts, along with this so-called Marquis status, probably amount to nothing at all in your eyes. How can you be so easy to talk to?"
Lei Wanche actually had many more questions that struck at the heart of the matter, but in the end, he voiced his greatest doubt.
The two were neither friends nor allies. Their relationship was, in fact, hostile. He was no match for Meng Zhao, and his status as Marquis of Bei Ning and head of the Lei Family was not something Meng Zhao would place in his eyes at all.
He did not understand why Meng Zhao was cooperating with him so readily, answering whatever he asked. His attitude was so good that it was downright abnormal.
After all, judging by the actual disparity in strength between them, he, Lei Wanche, should have been the one forcing a smile if he wanted any chance of surviving.
Nor was it only him. Of everyone here, which one could survive if Meng Zhao set his sights on them?
None. Not a single one.
And the crucial point was that even after leaving the Grotto-Heaven Secret Realm, they would still be toys in someone else's palm, their lives and deaths at his command.
This question also drew the others' attention. Needless to say, the Ox-Head God and Horse-Face Ghost were concerned; Liu An, Yan Libing, and Shi Jiawen also wore baffled expressions.
Of course, Shi Jiawen had some guesses, but he also wondered whether he was simply overthinking it.
Meng Zhao's attitude remained excellent. He did not give Lei Wanche even the slightest humiliation or embarrassment, and said frankly,
"Marquis Lei, the Meng