Feng Ling fell silent. Meng Zhao was a peerless prodigy of the human race, who had cultivated the Supreme Heavenly Being Path and possessed the Dragon Body and dragon blood. No matter how one looked at it, he was a figure of the very first rank in the world. Yet he had now lowered his stance so much, showing just how sincere he was.
More importantly, Meng Zhao had been utterly earnest from beginning to end. Sincerity was the ultimate killing move. Though Feng Ling was of the Tiantian Clan, facing Meng Zhao, he could not help but feel far more favorably inclined toward him.
Furthermore, these two truly possessed profound cultivation. If they could be brought in as external aid, it would indeed be an enormous boon to the Tiantian Tribe.
Whether it was dealing with the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord and stopping his plot for the Supreme Scepter, or the coming turmoil the Tiantian Tribe would soon face, they would be powerful allies. It would be better to temporarily heed Meng Zhao's words.
Thus, after pondering for a moment, Feng Ling finally shed all his wariness and hostility—at least on the surface—and said,
"Very well. Since that is so, then Feng Ling will shamelessly ask for the two of your aid.
"As for the Supreme Scepter, I am also willing to share some information with you both."
These were no empty words; he intended to produce something real. Not only was Meng Zhao greatly delighted, but Zhao Rulíng was also filled with curiosity.
Though the two of them had come to the Arctic Ice Plains, even if they ultimately gained nothing, learning the secrets of the Hundred Clans and witnessing the foremost powerhouses among them would not count as failure. On the contrary, it would bring them boundless