As a great northern sect and a sacred land of martial arts, Fire Dragon Cave naturally bore the responsibility and spirit expected of a local tiger of the north.
During the Great Snow Disaster, the Beitang Imperial Clan and the Great Yong Dynasty had not played much of a role. Fire Dragon Cave had naturally contributed money, manpower, and effort to help Liang Prefecture weather the calamity. Though it had been but a cup of water against a burning cartload, they had still fulfilled their responsibility.
Thus, although no one in Fire Dragon Cave said or mentioned it openly, there were many who secretly resented the Imperial Court.
At this moment, although True Monarch Fire Dragon outwardly claimed to support neither Meng Zhao nor Beitang Sheng, was not that final added remark a declaration of his true inclination?
Though he said he would aid neither side, he was in fact still inclined to help Meng Zhao.
Meng Zhao naturally understood the true meaning behind his words. For great powers such as Fire Dragon Cave, the Northern Garrison Army, and Divine Saber Hall, such a promise was already enough. One could not indulge in unrealistic fantasies before showing any potential or prospects of one's own.
Even a chosen son of fate like Long Aotian had not truly received immediate submission at the first meeting.
Much less could such a thing happen with a former top-tier force of the Divine Land like Fire Dragon Cave. Even if it did happen, it would only involve insignificant little figures.
"I understand True Monarch's intentions. As a token of my sincerity, I am willing to present a treasure. I hope True Monarch will not disdain it!"
As his words fell, Meng Zhao raised his right hand. His four fingers were pressed together, with only his