Thus, what Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng actually needed to do was very little—simply provide some support from outside the field at the critical moment of the battle.
If the two of them truly entered the fray, Feng Ling would instead be unwilling, because that would mean he had violated the rules of the Tiantian Clan, broken the established convention, and might even be branded a villain who fed from within while colluding with outsiders against his own clansmen. He would never do such a thing.
Meng Zhao, however, did not feel much about it. He did not care much for the Divine Connection Post, nor did he harbor any covetous desire for it.
After all, that thing had been written by the Six-Eared Listener of Heaven for lower-level martial artists of the Tiantian Clan. Its effects were already limited, almost negligible, even for the clan's upper-echelon martial artists. For a Heavenly Being powerhouse like him, it might be even more useless.
Still, that was only natural. The Hundred Clans and the Human Clan had been enemies for far too long, and in many respects, their martial paths ran in opposite directions. If the Hundred Clans' advantages were truly so easy to exploit, so few people would have ventured here over the years.
"Clan Chief, we can set the Clan War aside for now, but what should we do about the matter Dragon Tree Monk mentioned? Should we step in?"
Great Grandmaster Heaven Listener followed with those words, stirring Meng Zhao's thoughts. Dragon Tree Monk was also a name Feng Ling had mentioned during their conversation earlier that day.
This man was a monk who had entered the Arctic Ice Plains from the Land within the Passes forty years ago. He had inherited the Great Peacock King True Sutra, and