Meng Zhao was already so formidable, a model of a fierce man descending from the heavens. If he were to subdue a Great Grandmaster expert as well, he would truly become impossible to contain. Even Beitang Shu would have to act according to his expression.
For a moment, Beitang Shu instinctively made up his mind. Even if he did not use Tong Lie to deal with Nangong Yao, he still had to try to win him over, or at least establish a relatively good partnership. It had both benefits and drawbacks for himself, but the benefits absolutely outweighed the drawbacks.
Mister Feng said no more. Seeing that Beitang Shu had his own considerations, he continued,
"The third candidate, even if I did not mention him, everyone should know who he is: Xie Wanzhi of the Xie Family. Though he lost to Tong Lie of the Savage Tribes, his outstanding martial arts are beyond dispute. Moreover, if it were truly a life-and-death battle rather than a sparring match, he might not necessarily lose to Tong Lie."
Mister Feng's words carried some sincerity, but also a measure of deliberate praise.
Why was that?
First, Xie Wanzhi came from the Nine Surnames and was a senior figure from decades ago, a man of Monk Huikong's era. He had once stirred the winds and clouds, a Person of Destiny and child of fortune of his generation. He was certainly no ordinary man; a single battle might not have revealed all his methods.
Second, it had to do with Xie Wanzhi's identity. After all, he was of orthodox human descent, and compared with Meng Zhao's youthful vigor, blazing like the sun overhead, he was clearly more to Beitang Shu's taste. Thus, he too needed to be elevated.
As for whether he was truly Tong Lie's