Perhaps only a Supreme Divine Artifact like this was worth a supreme powerhouse like Ying Zheng temporarily changing his mind and laying plans.
As for whether it was close to the truth, Meng Zhao did not know either. Many times, his deductions were accurate, but at other times, perhaps he was simply overthinking things.
For instance, regarding Dragon Lord Sky Burial, he had been rather guilty of measuring a gentleman's heart with a petty man's yardstick.
Suppressing the subtle emotions in his heart, Meng Zhao no longer concerned himself with the Dragon Clan and instead cupped his fists toward Feng Ling in salute.
"Clan Chief Feng, Zhao Rulíng and I came to the Tiantian Tribe today because we wished to seek your guidance on a matter. I wonder if that would be presumptuous."
Upon hearing Meng Zhao's words, Feng Ling did not react much, but Zhao Rulíng's expression changed. He turned solemn, his eyes fixed intently on Feng Ling.
In truth, the two had intended to settle this matter silently, without alerting the Tiantian Tribe. They had not expected the Tiantian Clan Chief's divine abilities to be so subtle and profound that he would discover their traces and send someone to invite them here.
Even so, the two still had the confidence to suppress this vast Tiantian Tribe. There was no other reason—two top-tier Celestial beings. The Tiantian Tribe was indeed a rarely seen powerful tribe, a hegemon, but with only one Celestial, Heaven Listener, it still fell somewhat short.
Feng Ling's senses were incredibly keen. Naturally, he detected the change in Zhao Rulíng's aura, yet he did not take it to heart. With an easy smile, he said,
"Dragon King Meng, you are too courteous. Since I invited you both here as guests, I naturally regard you as honored