"Xie Jun, I received word today. Your master has already settled into an inn in the city. Go with Lü Yue and invite him to the Meng Family Village to meet me. Oh, and that list—you may hand it over to him when the time is right."
Inside the main hall, Meng Zhao, clad in a light robe and jade belt, looked at Xie Jun with a refined and easy bearing, his gaze gentle as he gave his instructions.
In truth, he did not care if Xie Wanzhi continued to delay matters, because he was in no hurry.
Nor did he need to be. Most of the families Yu Changkong had slaughtered and plundered were outside Lingwu City, and quite a few were local strongholds with no connection to him whatsoever. If they were destroyed, then so be it. With fewer such local powers, it might even benefit him when he took control of the surrounding territories in the future.
Even if some of them had been on good terms with him, they were not important enough to make him uneasy or impatient.
Besides, it would not be easy for the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord to find the Supreme Scepter in a short time. If it had truly been so easy, he would not have gone to the Arctic Ice Plains so early, only to gain nothing even after battling Zhao Rulíng and Yu Changkong.
At the same time, Meng Zhao had spent a long time traveling about and weathering hardships. He could not help feeling somewhat weary. In this time of howling wind and flying snow, amid such biting cold, staying in the Meng Family Village to relax and enjoy himself was a proper balance of work and rest, of tension and release.
Xie Jun, however, looked weighed down