Having agreed on the time and place for their next meeting, the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord silently withdrew.
Meng Zhao could not afford to continue enjoying himself. He rose and headed for the study, comparing the intelligence dossiers from recent days one by one. Only then did he finally feel at ease.
Over the past few years, he had repeatedly gone out in search of opportunities. Though his martial arts had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had gained no small number of fortuitous encounters—greatly benefiting and supporting the Meng Family as well—he had inevitably neglected the control of the forces under his command in some respects.
Previously, using the imperial Moon Guards system as his foundation, he had scattered an unknown number of people far and wide. There had not yet been much to show for it, and if he rashly left again without knowing when he would return, he truly could not set his mind at rest. That was why he needed to grasp all intelligence as quickly as possible, make targeted arrangements, and leave behind contingency plans.
That way, even if he could not return for a short time, the entire Meng Family could still carry on step by step under the broad strategy he left behind, continuing to develop and grow stronger.
Moreover, ever since he had sent Zhao Rulíng back to Imperial Capital City, he had been mentally prepared to deal with Beitang Sheng's targeted attacks at any time.
Yet if he followed the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord to explore the Ancient Battlefield's spatial realm, the Meng Family's vast holdings would lack any guarantee of top-level protection.
If it were an ordinary person, the foundations and Trump Cards Meng Zhao had left behind would be enough to send them packing. But Beitang Sheng and