With the experience of the Eight-Armed Crocodile Dragon, he understood clearly that without the aid of a Peerless Divine Being like Meng Zhao, he would have no chance, even if he spent his entire life trying, to avenge his poor younger sister.
Yet he had come full of hope, only for the Meng Family's ambiguous attitude to gradually chill his heart. His already suppressed state of mind began to grow restless, even frenzied.
Did he not know that he was now on Meng Family territory? Did he not know that Meng Zhao could slaughter every one of them with a casual move?
He knew. He understood. He knew it perfectly well. Yet he simply could not control his heart.
Without Meng Zhao's help, how could people like them possibly take revenge?
And there were quite a few who shared the Eight-Armed Crocodile Dragon's thoughts.
Those gathered here were all people of feeling and loyalty. Whether it was family or friends who had suffered calamity, they were frantic with anxiety, their desire for vengeance intense. They had placed their deepest longing and greatest hopes upon Meng Zhao.
Thus, after the Meng Family displayed such an attitude, they became so impatient and disheartened that they began smashing the jar once it was broken, utterly unafraid that their excessive words and actions might offend Meng Zhao and the Meng Family.
Watching the crowd's emotions surge, the man called Elder Wang let out a long sigh and heavily struck the Greenwood Crane Staff in his hand against the ground. A dull thud rang out, suppressing the chaotic clamor in the room.
"Enough. What is the point of all this noisy squabbling, other than venting the dissatisfaction in your hearts?"
Elder Wang did not look particularly old, seeming only around fifty. Most of his hair