After a long while, the two finally composed themselves. Feeling refreshed all over, they rose to their feet and gave Meng Zhao a deep bow, their eyes brimming with gratitude as they thanked him for saving their lives.
Meng Zhao waved a hand. To him, saving the two had been nothing more than a casual gesture, requiring scarcely any effort. Still, he was interested in the value they claimed to possess. If they were simply trying to stay alive by deceiving and hoodwinking him, it would not be too late to send them on their way.
"Tell me. What value do you two have for me? Do you think your mere Grandmaster martial arts can provide me with any positive benefit?"
It was not that Meng Zhao truly looked down on Grandmasters. In truth, although the Meng Family had a supreme expert like Meng Zhao, its number of Grandmaster-level experts was not particularly large. However, quite a few people had hopes of reaching the Grandmaster realm, and they could become a substantial core force in the future.
Thus, if these two Grandmasters truly wished to submit sincerely beneath Meng Zhao, they were not entirely without value.
But first, they were in the southern Jianghu Martial Arts World. To Meng Zhao, distant water could not quench immediate thirst. Their value offered little benefit or help to the current center of his enterprise—Lingwu City.
Second, by the same reasoning, once these two left Meng Zhao and escaped this perilous and unpredictable Ancient Battlefield, could they still submit to him as willingly and sincerely as they did now?
That was difficult to say. Anyone could open their mouths and utter a few flattering words. The key was whether they could actually follow through.
Meng Zhao was neither reassured by nor trusting of these