Lei Chongmao had always maintained a clear-headed understanding of himself and others. He was neither arrogant nor self-abasing.
He merely viewed Meng Zhao and the Lei Family from an objective standpoint.
Just as he had said, Meng Zhao possessed the potential to become one of the Gods and Devils, even a supreme being. This was no empty talk. At the very least, after spending some time with Meng Zhao, Lei Wanche acknowledged this.
But what about their Lei Family? Even a Grandmaster like him, even someone with Lei Chongmao's potential, simply had nothing to do with the Gods and Devils. Even after receiving divine descent, with his constitution, foundation, and potential improved, he still could not escape his own limitations.
Thus, Lei Chongmao's attitude was quite clear: so long as Meng Zhao did not fall, they had best continue following closely in his footsteps. This road might not be smooth; they might face many hardships and perils, but its prospects were still exceedingly promising.
"You truly have immense faith in Meng Zhao. In truth, I also understand that our Lei Family has no other choice now but to do this.
"But Meng Zhao is now like an awl in a sack—he cannot remain hidden. Sooner or later, he will become a thorn in the Beitang Imperial Clan's eye, a splinter in its flesh. Conflict between the two is only a matter of time. When that day comes, how should our Lei Family conduct itself?"
This was precisely what worried Lei Wanche. For the time being, the Lei Family had concealed the fact that they had pledged allegiance to Meng Zhao. This was indeed good news; at least, it posed no problem for stabilizing the current situation and continuing the Lei Family's development plans.
But if one day Meng Zhao demanded