Alliance Pact, Assassinating the Emperor and Slaying the Sovereign's Carriage (Please Subscribe)

Sixth Dragon Head was not surprised. After all, a heroic figure capable of building such a vast enterprise from nothing was hardly an ordinary man.

Sometimes, there was more than one way to do things; one absolutely could not simply follow the book.

Take a plate of fried rice before you. Would you swallow it in one bite, or eat it slowly, chewing each mouthful with deliberate care? Though the result might be the same, the process was vastly different.

Sixth Dragon Head knew that it was absolutely impossible to bring Meng Zhao's mysterious organization, along with all the forces beneath it, under the White Dragon Venerable Society's control in the shortest possible time.

But by taking advantage of Meng Zhao's youthful vigor, arrogant and conceited nature, and the reputation the White Dragon Venerable Society had forged over so many years—

It might not be impossible to seep in like spring rain, moistening all things soundlessly, and gradually erode every force under his command.

Thus, Sixth Dragon Head quickly adjusted his mindset. He no longer pursued that particular aim, and instead sought to form an alliance pact with Meng Zhao.

An alliance pact was also the bare minimum, the very lowest demand the White Dragon Venerable Society had of Meng Zhao. Both sides were forces resisting the Tian Yuan Dynasty; they were rivals, but in truth, they were also comrades.

From a practical standpoint, an alliance between the two sides brought nothing but benefits and no harm—of course, that was from the White Dragon Venerable Society's perspective.

From Meng Zhao's side, becoming entangled with the White Dragon Venerable Society was not really a good thing.

For one thing, the White Dragon Venerable Society was too conspicuous, and its historical standing was too eye-catching. It was the sort of target the