When Meng Zhao withdrew his Secret Technique Divine Ability, Ma Ruzhen finally came back to his senses. He felt his entire body stiff and frozen; the cultivation foundation he had forged in despair had, at some unknown moment, been silently crippled as well.
"You, you!"
Ma Ruzhen's face was ugly, ashen, and lifeless. He knew he had still fallen into the trap. The hiding place of the roster in Meng Zhao's hands was known to no one but himself. Since it had fallen into the other man's possession, who knew how many secrets he had unwittingly exposed?
"Manor Lord Ma, I never expected you to harbor murderous intent toward your sworn brother. For all these years, he followed you through life and death. When you cast aside the manor's affairs, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to managing Ma Family Manor. That was how Ma Family Manor came to possess its current prestige and foundations.
"How could you bear to do it?"
Ma Ruzhen said nothing. It was indeed true. He had no grounds to stand on in this matter, but in this world, being in the wrong did not mean one had erred. The victor became king and the loser bandit—that was the true principle. He had merely failed to achieve it and had been found by Meng Zhao first.
He vaguely guessed what Meng Zhao intended to do.
"I intend to set things right. Though you bear the surname Ma, your contributions to Ma Family Manor fall far short of Ma Tianyi's. Since that is so, Ma Family Manor ought to belong to him!"
Meng Zhao's words confirmed Ma Ruzhen's suspicions and made his eyes split with rage.
His own death did not matter, but he could not accept Ma Family Manor falling into an outsider's hands.
Furthermore, if Ma