Zhou Zhihan nodded. She still knew Meng Zhao to some extent.
She had once thought he was merely a timid youth, yet time and again he had changed her understanding.
At times, she even wondered whether the Li Zheng of today was still the same Li Zheng from back then.
Clearly, his face was much the same, and his height had not changed much. Judging by appearance alone, he was the very same person, yet his core, his spirit, had become two utterly different people, displaying two entirely different sides.
For a time, she had even believed that the strange tales of immortals, Gods and Devils passed down in this world were not baseless rumors, but real.
However, after several subtle tests, she had still concluded that Li Zheng was Li Zheng. He had not been replaced by someone else. Perhaps he had merely revealed the true colors he had once hidden away.
Not only was he not self-abasing, he possessed a pride utterly unlike that of ordinary people. He was born with a forceful, domineering side. Once he decided upon something, it was difficult to change his mind unless he himself wished to change it.
The outside world had a negligible influence on him.
Take this matter, for instance. Zhou Zhihan had brought Hong Minghui to Meng Zhao for help. On the surface, Meng Zhao had initially been unwilling to interfere, unwilling to needlessly offend a powerful man and force. Only after Zhou Zhihan's plea had he changed his mind.
Yet Zhou Zhihan herself understood perfectly well that Meng Zhao's change had not been because of her. Rather, Hong Minghui possessed extraordinary value and was worth his protection. That was why he had been willing to make such a decision.
Now that Meng Zhao had another plan, she and