Zhao Rulíng sensed a faint trace of resentment deep within Yu Changkong's heart. In truth, the two had generally worked together in tacit coordination throughout this journey, differing only in certain subtle directions.
For instance, in how they regarded Meng Zhao, Zhao Rulíng had always held him in the highest esteem. He approved of and admired him, and even when danger struck, his first thought had been to rely on Meng Zhao to evade pursuit. That alone was enough to show his inclination.
Yu Changkong was different. It was not that he believed Meng Zhao's reputation exceeded his abilities; he simply had not elevated Meng Zhao to the level Zhao Rulíng believed he deserved.
Moreover, Yu Changkong had always been deeply influenced by the Beitang Imperial Clan. When dealing with someone like Meng Zhao—someone who possessed a Peerless Divine Skill, boundless potential, an extraordinary background and power, yet remained restless—he could never entirely cast aside a measure of vigilance, wariness, and unease.
The two also differed over returning to Imperial Capital City. Zhao Rulíng put safety first, while Yu Changkong was somewhat impatient.
And Yu Changkong was no ordinary man. He had once served as Great General, and his temperament was proud and overbearing, fierce and domineering. Other than the Beitang Imperial Clan and the reigning Emperor, he respected no one. If Zhao Rulíng's Unrivaled Divine Skill had not been enough to suppress him, could he have kept Yu Changkong in check?
The reason Yu Changkong was now turning against him was also because he believed Zhao Rulíng's martial arts could not recover and that Zhao Rulíng was no match for him. The strength buried in his bones was gradually showing itself, and he had begun to make his own voice heard.
Zhao Rulíng smiled and said,
"This is easy