At this moment, Meng Zhao watched Ma Ruzhen, who was preparing to slash his own throat with his saber. This Moon Guard Commander was indeed decisive and ruthless—equally ruthless toward himself, holding nothing back.
The blade of the Snow Tiger Saber was less than an inch from his throat, and the fierce gusts from the saber had already cut across it, leaving a faint bloody mark.
As for the inside of his body, it had undergone layer upon layer of transformation, returning from death to life and experiencing a mysterious cycle of rebirth. After Meng Zhao's Primordial Spirit light saw through it, he too was deeply affected, and a trace of insight arose within him.
Meng Zhao reached out and grabbed, and the Snow Tiger Saber in Ma Ruzhen's hand fell into his own palm. A clear divine light shot from his violet-black Dragon Pupils and landed in Ma Ruzhen's eyes. Then this Moon Guard Commander, once steadfastly loyal and unyielding even unto death, laid out the Moon Guard roster and all the many secrets he knew, one by one.
Only then did Meng Zhao understand why Manor Lord Ma, despite never having had any contact with the Beitang Imperial Clan, had become a Moon Guard Commander.
According to Ma Ruzhen's own account, back when he had been cultivating martial arts and practicing saber techniques at Ma Family Manor, he had gone out riding for pleasure after some success in his training. There, he encountered a man whose martial arts, bearing, wisdom, and appearance were all peerless. The encounter had filled the young Ma Ruzhen with immense shock and yearning. He had regarded the man as an idol for life, hoping that one day he too could become such a person.
That man had also thought highly of Ma Ruzhen.