Meng Zhao had formed a plan. Back then, there was a strong chance that Chen Xian had possessed a Martial Dao Secret Manual and the formula for Martial Dao Secret Medicine.
The only question was whether they had existed in tangible form, recorded on paper or silk, or whether they had existed solely in his memory.
If it was the former, there was still a chance of obtaining them. So long as he found clues, he could follow the map to find the trail.
If it was the latter, then with Chen Xian's death—and several years having passed—the Martial Dao Secret Manual and formula had become passing clouds. There was no longer any point in coveting them.
Back atop the snowy slope, Meng Zhao had indeed learned much information from the three men that he had not known before.
For instance, the Zhang Family still had a branch in the county town, where they had already put down roots. The two Zhang branches remained in frequent contact, and that branch was also one of the village's channels to the outside world. They rose together and fell together.
When Wen San went to the county town, aside from the Su Family of the Three Lions Merchant Guild, Gu Daqing and the Zhang Family were also possible destinations. Even if they could not take in Wen San and the others, they could at least recommend them and help them find a decent future.
Having learned this, Meng Zhao had nearly squeezed every last drop of value from Wen San and the other two. After all, they were merely villagers and knew only so much.
Just as the three were still exchanging glances, the long sword Meng Zhao had been holding suddenly darted out like a venomous snake leaving its hole. It traced