Five fingers clenched into a fist naturally carried great strength, but when spread apart, they could easily be chopped off one by one.
Now, because of rampant rumors that the Rebel Army was splitting internally and on the verge of collapse, many people had begun to worry about the future of the southern rebels.
Meng Zhao did not know of this news. If he had, he likely would have been unable to eat or sleep peacefully.
How to put it? Backed by certain powers, the southern rebellion stood as the most conspicuous, most dazzling, and most domineering force opposing the Imperial Court. So long as the southern rebels remained standing, the Beitang Imperial Clan's gaze would remain fixed here—and this would be their primary focus.
Conversely, if the southern rebels were wiped out and the south pacified, not only would the divided Great Yong and Hegemony of Heroes be shattered, but the Beitang Imperial Clan could also ride the tide of momentum and sweep away all dissent. Some scattered minor forces would likewise be eradicated as a result.
The Ox-Head God was also somewhat worried. Though he had known Meng Zhao only briefly, he understood this Dragon King well enough. He felt that Meng Zhao was restless at heart and harbored great ambitions; in the future, he would either ascend to the summit or see his entire clan exterminated and his head severed.
Thus, the state of the southern rebellion left the Ox-Head God deeply troubled as well.
Besides these two most widely spread and closely watched pieces of news, there were also some scraps of gossip. The Shen father and son picked through them and spoke of them briefly, but they held little value.
Once they had eaten and drunk their fill, the Ox-Head God finally proposed going to