Old Man Wu wiped the bead-sized sweat from his face. His aged features creased into a fawning smile, every inch of him obsequious.
"Dragon King Meng, this old man absolutely has no second thoughts. From now on, I will serve you wholeheartedly. I will brave boiling water and tread through fire, never declining!"
Meng Zhao chuckled and did not take it to heart. He knew perfectly well that Old Man Wu acted this way for two reasons.
First, the older a person grew, the smaller their courage became, and the more they feared death. Under the pressure of death, he naturally appeared so weak.
Second, Old Man Wu truly held little loyalty toward the Beitang Imperial Clan.
Yet his relationship with that burly man was certainly far from ordinary. They might have been old friends for many years. It was impossible that he had no thoughts at all about Meng Zhao killing the man so ruthlessly; he simply had not revealed them.
Meng Zhao did not care what Old Man Wu thought. A mere Innate Realm martial artist was not worth his attention.
Still, since Old Man Wu had already said so much, doing nothing would make Meng Zhao seem a little too easygoing.
"Since that is the case, I will give you two tasks."
Old Man Wu's expression turned solemn, his eyes grave. The tobacco pipe in his hand hung at his waist, and he did not dare show the slightest negligence or disrespect.
"First, deal with that man's family. Leave no survivors. Since he devoted himself wholly to his Imperial Court and his emperor, regardless of the cost, then fulfill his wish. Let his entire family, young and old, meet him beneath the Nine Springs!"
Meng Zhao's tone was light, but his words made Old Man Wu feel