Therefore, opportunities were rare. When one could fight for them, one had to strive for them. After all, he had never feared challenges.
Meng Zhao was a very rational man. When he was weak, he was willing to read the situation and bow his head, making himself small. Yet after growing strong, he did not become blindly arrogant either. He still examined dangers and made reasonable balances and choices.
At this moment, his asking for Jiang Zixuan's opinion actually served several purposes.
First, he could test what Jiang Zixuan truly thought. Did he merely regard Meng Zhao as a protective umbrella within the Ancient Battlefield space, only to start making excuses once they left the Ancient Battlefield? Or was he genuinely willing to join Meng Zhao's faction, willing to view matters from Meng Zhao's perspective and that of Meng Zhao's followers?
Second, he also wished to obtain some useful feedback.
At the very least, Meng Zhao felt that although Jiang Zixuan's martial arts were not high, among a group of powerful experts—including two Great Grandmasters—only he and the Female Grandmaster named Hua Xin had survived. Beyond luck, courage and choice had also been crucial.
The advice given by someone who could barely be considered successful, while in a clear-headed state, still had its merits.
Of course, regardless of what Jiang Zixuan's final suggestion might be, it could not affect Meng Zhao's ultimate decision. He had only ever possessed the right to offer advice.
As for Hua Xin beside him, Meng Zhao had already ignored her. It was not that Meng Zhao did not respect her; it was simply that his impression of this woman was quite ordinary.
In terms of vision and knowledge, Jiang Zixuan far surpassed her. The various subtle movements and expressions they had displayed along the way