Of course, Xie Wanzhi's expectations were even lower. Though the Azure Mulberry Physique was extraordinary, devouring its bloodline might not necessarily make up for the damage to his own foundation. He was nothing like Nangong Yao, who treated this female disciple of his as a treasure and pinned his hopes on her pushing him to an even greater height.
It could be said that the two old monsters, Nangong Yao and Xie Wanzhi, had goals that coincided remarkably, and their methods were equally despicable.
They did not regard their disciples as people at all—merely tools, tools destined to be destroyed.
The only question was whether those two disciples knew.
This female disciple should have known full well. After all, she herself possessed the Ethereal Physique, while Nangong Yao had created such a sinister martial art as the Chaos Grinding Mill. It was obvious that she was in great danger.
With the glaring example of Xie Wanzhi and his last disciple right before her eyes, if she still knew nothing, she truly would have been stupid as a pig.
The female disciple curled her lips and did not argue with Nangong Yao. After all, if she revealed that the male disciple was Xie Wanzhi's dish, would that not also lay bare her own circumstances before Nangong Yao without reservation?
Whether Nangong Yao knew or not was unimportant. What mattered was whether she herself had exposed a flaw or shown anything unusual.
Thus, she changed the subject.
"Speaking of Meng Zhao, Master, I've actually always been curious. Your Unrivaled Martial Arts have made you one of the Ten Absolute Masters of the World, and you have been famous for a long time. Between you and Meng Zhao, who is stronger? He is so many years younger than you, so his foundation must