Only a solid, stable power base, deep foundations, and a peerless prodigy and unparalleled powerhouse like Meng Zhao, one with the potential to reach the Gods and Devils, combined together, could truly make Beitang Shu unable to eat or sleep in peace, filled with fear and wariness.
Nor did the others think Beitang Shu was worrying over nothing.
Judging by how they had repeatedly suffered setbacks and losses while dealing with Nangong Yao these past days, if they used the same methods against Meng Zhao, they would likely be at an even greater disadvantage.
It was simple. Nangong Yao had always been alone, while Meng Zhao had vast resources and forces at his command. If they truly came to blows, Beitang Shu might not be Meng Zhao's match. Not to mention that if they truly enraged Meng Zhao, a decapitation strike was hardly impossible.
Only at this point did Mister Feng understand what Beitang Shu meant. Times had changed. The power built through authority, political maneuvering, schemes, and all manner of cultivated connections was not without use, but without a top-tier powerhouse to hold it down, it would always be unstable and hollow.
This was by no means an unfounded claim. It was proof of qualification.
Take a simple example. Two nations each had a population of five hundred thousand and identical economies. Yet one nation's weapons remained stuck in ancient times, fighting with cold weapons, while the other possessed the most advanced guns and cannons. If the two went to war, who would be stronger? Was that not obvious at a glance?
That phrase—My lord, times have changed—was no longer a joke. On today's Divine Continent, it was instead a deafening warning, telling the people of the world that they could no longer cling to old ways of thinking