When something defied the norm, there was bound to be something sinister about it. Zhao Rulíng somewhat agreed with Feng Ling's caution. Perhaps this Dragon Tree Monk from the Beitang Imperial Clan truly had some scheme in the works.
As for what exactly that scheme was, Zhao Rulíng had several guesses. Thus, his eyes carrying a meaningful glint, he glanced at Meng Zhao.
Meng Zhao's senses were exceedingly sharp. Though it had only been an inconspicuous glance, he still caught it. His heart stirred, and he asked,
"What is it? Has Lord Zhao formed some idea? Have you noticed Dragon Tree Monk making a move?"
Zhao Rulíng smiled. Though he did not look particularly pleased with himself, his calm demeanor was enough to show that he truly had a direction.
Meng Zhao knew that if it did not concern him, Zhao Rulíng would never deliberately put on such an air. Therefore, Dragon Tree Monk's scheme might involve him—or rather, might affect him?
For a moment, his thoughts raced. Then, realizing something, he asked for guidance,
"Lord Zhao, what is there between us that cannot be said? Please speak freely."
Zhao Rulíng still said nothing, but the guardedness in his eyes was no longer concealed.
Meng Zhao suddenly understood. Shaking his head, he willed it, and a wave-like current of true qi instantly spread out, enveloping the entire room from every direction. He said,
"I understand several essential mysteries of the Heavenly Wind Divine Art. I have specifically used true qi to cut off the currents and flow of wind, preventing Feng Ling from eavesdropping on our conversation. Whatever Lord Zhao has in mind, speak freely. There is no need for restraint, and it will not spread beyond this room!"
It was precisely because Meng Zhao had also barely acquired Heaven