Meng Zhao had spent ten years at Great Compassion Temple in Imperial Capital City. Later, Beitang Sheng had taken him in as a Heavenly Gang Guard. Though it was an honorary position, no one knew whether, during those ten years, Meng Zhao had secretly been won over by the Beitang Imperial Clan.
Especially since Meng Zhao had been utterly mediocre for the first dozen or so years of his life, only to return from Imperial Capital City to the Southern An Meng Family and soar all the way upward. That made things seem all the more strange.
In truth, Zhong Linghe's speculation was not groundless. The real Meng Zhao—the deceased Zhao Hun—had indeed been secretly subdued by the Beitang Imperial Clan and tasked with handling numerous affairs. Had it not been for the anomaly that was Meng Zhao, who had turned the tables and become the master instead, who knew what the Meng Family would be like today!
Still, after much consideration, Zhong Linghe believed it unlikely that Meng Zhao had been turned by the Beitang Imperial Clan. Nor did the Beitang Imperial Clan possess the ability to cultivate such a Peerless Prodigy. Otherwise, would it not have been better to train their own imperial descendants?
Thus, faced with Meng Zhao's blunt words, Zhong Linghe was silent for a moment before replying,
"Though I do not know much about the Emperor's affairs, I do know that the Imperial Court's situation is not good. The rebellions in the south have never been quelled and have only grown fiercer. Now, Beacon Fires can be seen everywhere across the Divine Land.
"But from what you are saying, the Emperor's attitude toward the Hundred Clans is unusual. Is that a good thing, or a bad one?"
Meng Zhao smiled. He looked gentle and open-hearted,