If the facts were truly as such, then it was indeed difficult to handle.
Leaving aside whether the Beitang Imperial Clan would suppress the information deliberately planted against them, if it could not be suppressed and truly threw the world into chaos, Prince Fu's Mansion—and all of them—would inevitably become sinners whose legacy poisoned the ages, nailed to the pillar of shame and ruthlessly humiliated.
"This, Your Highness—if that is the case, then we must deliberate carefully and see what Lei Wanche intends to do when the time comes.
But could it be that there truly is nothing we can do about Meng Zhao? Must we simply let him grow like this?"
Some people had talents and potential whose limits could be seen at a glance. Such mediocre folk could be given time and opportunity, yet still fail to seize either; in the end, they faded into the common masses and were not worth a second look.
But Meng Zhao's talent and potential stretched beyond sight, and his lower limit was outrageously high. According to Mister Feng and Mister Tao, if this Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King continued smoothly without dying young or suffering some great upheaval, then at the very least, he would become a Gods and Devils-level expert—assuming Gods and Devils martial artists appeared on the Divine Continent in the future.
This was not wild speculation on their part. Meng Zhao was simply too brilliantly gifted. In just a few short years, he had attained achievements others could pursue for a lifetime without ever reaching. How could that not inspire awe?
With someone like Meng Zhao, if they could not prevent his rise and growth, if they could not cause him to die halfway through, then what they would eventually face was a terrifying opponent they