All one could say was that it was absurd. Zhao Rulíng surely felt a little unbalanced inside.
But on careful thought, Meng Zhao simply could not be judged by ordinary standards. His destiny was so powerful that, if Beitang Sheng did not bear the dynasty's fortune and the power of the people's wishes, he likely could not compare to this man. Thus, it was understandable.
Originally, Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng had wanted to stroll around the Tiantian Tribe and experience the fervent atmosphere of this foreign race. However, they were told that because of the Clan War, and because they were Human Clan members, it was best not to wander around rashly. It was rather disappointing.
Meanwhile, a group was slowly approaching the Tiantian Tribe. Feng Ling led the Feng Clan's experts out to receive them. When the two parties met, the atmosphere was not quite at the point of drawn swords and bent bows. Instead, it carried a warm feeling, like family members reuniting.
Meng Zhao sensed this bizarre scene with the Wind Listening Technique and was somewhat speechless. Weren't they here to fight over the Divine Connection Post? With such a pleasant atmosphere, were they really not here as guests for a meal?
But upon thinking it over, he understood that foreign races and the Human Clan did differ in some ways. At least at certain times, the Human Clan's way of doing things was entirely unlike that of foreign races.
For example, within the Human Clan, even among the same clan—say, two princely lines within the Beitang Imperial Clan competing for a precious treasure bestowed by the imperial family—they would beat each other until their dog brains flew out. As for being harmonious and amiable, with an atmosphere as warm as one family, that was rare