But then again, Celestials were not cabbages you could see whenever you wanted, nor could you seek their help on a whim. That required considerable connections and bargaining chips.
Long Feng could have invited Dragon Clan experts to act, but he himself was unwilling to do so. Once he made that decision, it would mean sharing Meng Zhao's bloodline and physique with others—something he could never tolerate.
Furthermore, no matter how many Dragon Clan powerhouses came, they would most likely be suppressed by Meng Zhao's bloodline and might not achieve the desired results. The cost-effectiveness was simply too low; it would be better to enlist experts from other races.
Now the problem returned to square one. He could not find five Celestials, so he could only devise a way to deal with Meng Zhao alone. He would need to invite at least two Celestials for it to succeed.
Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Long Feng revealed no malice. At most, he carried a touch of Dragon Clan pride as he vigorously extolled the Dragon Clan's formidable foundations. This suited his persona and could subtly draw him closer to Meng Zhao.
As for Lord Bei, he had now thoroughly resolved the danger lurking at his heart. With nothing weighing on his mind, he merely considered how, after returning to Sifang City, he should discuss with Zhou Jiankang and the heads of the three great families the matter of ceding some of their foundations to Long Feng.
Zhao Rulíng, meanwhile, appeared somewhat impatient. He listened to the exchange between Meng Zhao and Long Feng. Their every word and gesture seemed harmonious, and they gradually went from strangers to familiar and intimate companions, yet it always gave him a sense of hypocrisy, making him deeply disdainful.
Meng Zhao seized the opportunity to