From Yu Changkong's perspective, whether it was himself or Zhao Rulíng, both belonged to the Beitang Imperial Clan's faction. Though they could maintain surface-level civility with Meng Zhao and local powerhouses like the Meng Family, conflicts still existed in terms of interests and positions.
Thus, his concern that Meng Zhao might harm the not-yet-recovered Zhao Rulíng was a subconscious thought. All along, this way of thinking had shaped his perception of Meng Zhao.
Zhao Rulíng was different. Unlike Yu Changkong, he had never regarded himself as a loyal hound of the Beitang Imperial Clan, weighing every matter for the sake of the Beitang Imperial Clan.
Even though special circumstances had forced him to act for Beitang Sheng this time and eliminate the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord, that did not mean he had to view everything from the Beitang Imperial Clan's perspective. Naturally, he did not harbor so much hostility toward Meng Zhao.
Secondly, he had always maintained a cautious, observant attitude toward Meng Zhao. Even at the height of his strength, he had been unwilling to provoke this Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King, nor did he believe that this Northern Meng Dragon King would harm him for no reason.
Otherwise, he would not have waited so eagerly for the Dragon King's return, hoping he would help expel the foreign true qi from his body and restore him to his peak condition.
"Rest assured. I know what I'm doing."
With matters having reached this point, both men knew that this was where their paths diverged.
Yu Changkong remained silent for a long time. In the end, he said nothing more, merely cupped his hands toward Zhao Rulíng before leaving the room—and the Meng Family as well—returning to Imperial Capital City.
His cultivation was unrivaled, and he needed no unnecessary