Although Meng Zhao had no shortage of women, he had no children for the time being. Even if he did have children, though their potential might be immense and their talent extraordinary, they might not inherit his Purple Origin Dragon Body—indeed, they most likely would not.
This left Meng Zhao somewhat stifled. A Supreme Physique like the Purple Origin Dragon Body was not so easily passed down. It might even be the sole unique specimen, unprecedented and unsurpassed throughout all ages. But if the Ziwei Treasure Body and Dragon Body could be inherited separately, that would not be impossible.
Yet reality stood before him. Even if his martial path reached the heavens and his wisdom ran as deep as the sea, he could not accomplish such a thing.
Long Feng's words did indeed give him a possibility, a hope. If he truly wished to pass down his physique and bloodline in the future, even if only a portion of them, finding a pure-blooded woman of the Dragon Clan would not be a bad method.
Still, Meng Zhao was somewhat hesitant. A pure-blooded Dragon Clan woman was not exactly a good match.
Dragons were lustful by nature. Dragon Clan women could not quite be said to be the same, but they were renowned for being loose, carefree, and unrestrained. They also loved bearing children; of the several children they gave birth to, having several different fathers was commonplace.
Meng Zhao did not care whether a woman was untouched and flawless, but neither did he wish to wear a green hat on his head. Thus, this matter would require further consideration in the future.
However, it was not only Long Feng who saw his heart stir and his intentions shift. Lord Bei and Zhao Rulíng saw it clearly as well.
Long Feng