Therefore, True Lord Fire Dragon found himself feeling a mixture of jealousy, envy, regret, and a faint measure of relief.
As for Meng Zhao, he absolutely did not dare set his sights on him. This had little to do with Tang Ling'er; it was simply because Meng Zhao was too powerful. He himself was inferior to Meng Zhao, and even the vast Fire Dragon Cave was no match for Meng Zhao.
Suppressing his chaotic thoughts, True Lord Fire Dragon turned his attention back to the matter at hand.
"Even so, there may not be absolute certainty. Caught between two men with the potential to become Supremes, how am I supposed to choose for Fire Dragon Cave?
"If I take one wrong step, my own death is no great matter. But if it causes a flaw in Fire Dragon Cave's inheritance, that would be a grave issue."
"Absolute certainty? True Lord, you are the master of a Sacred Land—how can you entertain such naïve thoughts? If there truly were absolute certainty, would there still be any talk of supporting a dragon to the throne?"
Everything carried risks; it was merely a matter of how great those risks were.
There was a saying: the bigger the storm, the more valuable the fish. There was some truth to it.
The struggle for a dynasty, heroes contending for the throne, had always been a matter of high risk and high reward. If everyone knew that a certain person was the master of destiny, destined to rule the Divine Land, and all rushed to serve him, then there would be no such thing as vision, and the rewards gained would certainly not be great.
By the same token, if the situation were already clear, then ninety-nine percent of the people in the world would go