Inside the tent where Ox-Head God and Horse-Face Ghost were staying, the two had washed up and changed into casual clothes. They sat on opposite sides of a table, drinking together.
There were exquisite side dishes and fine wine on the table, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
As they talked, Ox-Head God did most of the speaking while Horse-Face Ghost listened, occasionally offering a few thoughts.
Their discussion mainly concerned their trip to Jianmu Grotto-Heaven and their understanding of Meng Zhao.
The two came from the Yin Mountain Lineage. Though they usually disguised themselves as ordinary people and hid their greatness amid the marketplace, they would occasionally resume their identities as martial grandmasters and travel about to broaden their horizons. Neither was a man of shallow experience.
Yet, looking back over everyone they had encountered in their lives, Shen Tianci included, they had never seen anyone as stunningly gifted as Meng Zhao, whose might was like that of a heavenly god.
The two had actually long harbored plans of restoring the Yin Mountain Lineage and striving toward the Five Directional Ghost Emperors.
But on this journey to Jianmu Grotto-Heaven, they had witnessed Meng Zhao's existence and been taken under his command. Those ambitions could only be buried in their hearts and allowed to come to nothing.
Of course, that did not mean they had resigned themselves to it. It was merely that, at this moment, they were inferior in both strength and influence, and could only lie low for the time being.
What they were discussing now was also related to Meng Zhao: whether they should tell him the full story of how they had been invited to the Lei Family this time.
That mysterious organization, those mysterious people, their knowledge of the two men, and their clash with