But after thinking it over, Nangong Yao still made his decision. Such an opportunity was rare; he might as well let Yu Nanfeng give it a try.
This was a game of stratagems.
A contest between him and Yu Nanfeng, between him and Meng Zhao, and between Meng Zhao and Yu Nanfeng—it would depend on whose methods proved superior.
Nangong Yao had been famous for many years, and his methods were ruthless and vicious. Though he acknowledged Meng Zhao's peerless divine arts and his status as one favored by Favor of Destiny, he did not believe Meng Zhao could match him in schemes and intrigues. In the end, he might not be the one left smiling last.
"Fine. We'll follow your idea and give it a try. Xie Wanzhi has happened to go to Lingwu City. Perhaps he, too, intends to deal with Meng Zhao. You can contact him discreetly and seek some assistance from him."
Yu Nanfeng was so excited she nearly jumped up. In the years since Nangong Yao had taken her as his disciple and kept her by his side to teach her, learning martial arts had been one thing, but her daily life had also been severely restricted. She had truly found it hard to adapt.
Now that she had such an opportunity to leave Nangong Yao, she naturally felt the urge to cheer with joy. What was more, this concerned whether she would live or die in the future.
"Master, rest assured. At most a few months, at least two or three years—the Lord of the Northern Meng Dragon King will definitely become my stepping stone. I said it!"
Nangong Yao smiled faintly but said nothing. Yu Nanfeng was merely a chess piece, a tool. No matter how many thoughts she had, they were unimportant,