Contending for supremacy had never been something decided by a single hammer blow, but an undertaking that took a long time and tested every aspect of one's overall capabilities.
Throughout this process, gathering people was an extremely important ability, and also a key factor in whether one could contend for supremacy.
From ancient times to the present, there had been no shortage of those who could dominate one region. Perhaps all it took was one heroic leader to hold up an entire enterprise.
But to truly sweep the realm clean, the person at the top needed not only grand talent and sweeping vision; the team beneath him also had to be capable and competent, rather than becoming useless the moment they lost their central pillar.
In terms of gathering people, Li Zheng, Meng Zhao's incarnation, had been born with a deficiency. He could be considered grassroots, with an origin even inferior to that of ordinary people.
After all, even ordinary people generally had families to rely on, brothers and sisters to support them. They would not be reduced to a lone man with no talents they could trust or employ.
Li Zheng, Meng Zhao's incarnation, had been an orphan in Little Cold Village, raised on the food of a hundred households. Had Meng Zhao's Primordial Spirit not entered his body and allowed him to rise from then on, even with Li Zheng's once-in-a-century talent for martial arts, it was still hard to say how much better his circumstances would have been today.
Just think—such an origin, such a background, amid the vast tide of the world and before countless heroes, was as lowly as dust and wild grass, not worth a single laugh. What sort of talents would come to serve him?
Of course, nothing was absolute. Meng Zhao's personal