"Of course we made contact. In fact, Meng Zhao had already gone after that fiend. It was only shortly ago that he sent word back to the residence. Once I received the news, I came to inform everyone. So long as that fiend remains in the Northern Lands, the Meng Family will certainly seek justice for you!"
Liang Muqiu and Meng Zhao shared the same bed. After so many years, she knew perfectly well just how great Meng Zhao's ambitions were. Though she could not fully grasp all of Meng Zhao's forces and Trump Cards, she also understood that his plans reached far and deep. The odds of success could not be called high, but they were absolutely not nonexistent.
Thus, within the limits of her abilities, she would continually help Meng Zhao expand new forces and consolidate his old foundations.
Like today: to Meng Zhao and the Meng Family, the twenty-odd people in this room were not truly important, nor did they warrant much notice. Even the Eight-Armed Crocodile Dragon, hailed as a hero, would not rank among the Meng Family's many powerful experts.
Yet what these people represented beneath the surface could not be ignored.
First, there were the connections, information channels, Trump Cards, and foundations of these Avengers, represented by Elder Wang.
The slaughter wrought by that fiend this time had been extensive, and the targets he had chosen were all forces with a certain degree of strength and foundation. Even if they had been wiped out, many ties still remained behind. After all, the wisdom of not putting all one's eggs in one basket was fairly simple.
Second, a thousand gold to buy a horse's bones. These people were living signboards, living advertisements. Through them, an important message could be conveyed to the Jianghu Martial Arts