Meng Zhao had asked that question only out of caution and prudence.
If Zhao Rulíng truly regarded the Beitang Imperial Clan as his masters and defended them with all his strength, without holding anything back, then the two emperors would never have been assassinated.
Earlier, he had saved Zhao Rulíng and helped him recover from his Spiritual Damage. Yet Zhao Rulíng's attitude toward him had been far too favorable, while his attitude toward the Beitang Imperial Clan had been far too indifferent.
Thus, although Meng Zhao appeared close to him on the surface, he still held reservations in his heart. He would never truly believe that he possessed some kingly aura that could casually force an old fellow who had lived in the Beitang Imperial Clan for nearly a century onto his side.
Moreover, such caution, wariness, and vigilance could not easily be dispelled. Even after receiving this answer from the Dragon Tree Monk, confirming his own suspicions, Meng Zhao still could not place much trust in Zhao Rulíng. Surface trust and secret vigilance were already the limit.
"I have another question—perhaps it could be called my final question. Master Longshu, why were you in such a hurry to choose an heir and pass the Peacock King Sutra to outsiders?"
This was also an important reason why Meng Zhao had decided to come to Little Cold Mountain Temple. There was no smoke without fire. Since the Dragon Tree Monk had acted so strangely, there had to be some underlying reason. Meng Zhao had no reason to simply let it go.
"This concerns my recent cultivation. Whether it was the Feather Clan brat you transformed into or the Sky Wolf Clan brat who became ashes, both were containers I selected. Unfortunately, all my efforts came to nothing, ruined by you."
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