The Southern Grandmaster's martial arts were not especially strong, but he was quite knowledgeable. He immediately thought of the same thing as Meng Zhao and realized that the eerie creature transformed from the Grandmaster surnamed Zhou might carry clues to where the Bone Demon God had fallen.
Even though Meng Zhao had crushed it to powder in one squeeze, geese left traces as they flew. With his special methods, Meng Zhao might still be able to uncover something.
Meng Zhao pondered for a long while before saying,
"I thought the same as you. But do you think the place where the Bone Demon God fell, or the place containing the power of the Bone Dao Fruit, is your own backyard, somewhere you can simply visit whenever you please?"
Meng Zhao was merely confident, not so arrogant that he looked down upon all heroes under heaven. He might not even be able to call himself the strongest on the Divine Continent. Faced with this strange and perilous Ancient Battlefield, he dared not show the slightest carelessness.
The place where the Bone Demon God lay undoubtedly contained a great opportunity, but it was also bound to harbor immense danger. Even if Meng Zhao could withstand it, the losses suffered along the way might not be something he was willing to bear.
In the end, it came down to one thing: weigh the benefits against the drawbacks. If the benefits outweighed the drawbacks, go. If the drawbacks outweighed the benefits, do not go.
After calculating it all out, Meng Zhao still did not wish to take this risk, at least not for the time being. He had to reforge the Immeasurable Banner and restore its might first.
Meng Zhao's decision instead made the Southern Grandmaster and the Female Grandmaster breathe deep sighs of