Based on those two points, Ma Tianyi judged that Ma Shaokang was probably dead. Of course, there was another possibility: the two of them still had certain blind spots in their understanding of Ma Shaokang. Perhaps he was not the sort to repay a grudge on the spot, but rather a ruthless and patient man who believed that a gentleman's revenge could wait ten years.
If that was truly the case, then the moment Ma Shaokang had fallen into the pool—and given that the pool connected to outside waters—they had already lost their final, and best, chance to deal with him.
Zhao Zhen remained silent. In truth, if Ma Tianyi could truly be certain that Ma Shaokang was dead, he would not be wearing that expression now.
"Brother Yi, should we wait a little longer? Ma Shaokang hates us to the bone now, and his talent is exceptional. If we can't kill him outright this time, I'm afraid there will be endless trouble later!"
Zhao Zhen did not want to leave so easily. Not letting a tiger return to the mountain was one reason; another was that it would be difficult to answer to Meng Zhao.
It would have been one thing if the two of them could make the decision themselves, but the one truly calling the shots was Meng Zhao. Meng Zhao had also ordered them to deal with Ma Shaokang. If they returned today and reported that they had killed Ma Shaokang, only for Ma Shaokang to make a comeback two or three years later and seek revenge against them, how would they explain themselves to Meng Zhao then?
With Meng Zhao around, Ma Tianyi and Zhao Zhen both knew that Ma Shaokang's desire for revenge was nothing but a fantasy beyond the heavens. Even if he