Exchange and Revelation

At present, Dragon City and Zhuo Mufeng had yet to arrive at Mingxiu Lake, so Meng Zhao naturally would not boast and inflate himself.

First, he was not the sort of person who liked to show off. Second, he possessed absolute confidence and absolute pride within.

Not to mention Dragon City—even Shen Tianci, whose name resounded throughout the land, might not be able to contend with him now. Why bother squabbling with others over fleeting gains and losses?

Compared to being high-profile and flaunting himself, he preferred tangible benefits. Making a fortune quietly suited his taste far better.

Li Li and Zhai Hao exchanged a glance. Aside from their less-than-friendly attitudes toward each other, their other emotions were surprisingly aligned: admiration. This Meng Zhao truly possessed a calmness and shrewdness wholly at odds with his age.

Ordinary young martial artists—such as their own juniors or martial hall disciples—more or less had a self-centered, vain side to them. They also inevitably shared martial artists' penchant for competing over fame and profit. Even the two of them had been like that in their youth.

But Meng Zhao was different. Steady as an old dog, he seemed to have no desire to compete with Dragon City for supremacy. This was utterly unlike the impetuousness and soaring fighting spirit of youth, and his composure was almost frightening.

To him, stepping into the Innate Martial Dao was merely a small step forward. With such ambition, such resolve, and such will, his future path in martial arts would be boundless. Even becoming a Grandmaster was not impossible.

The two did not continue the subject. Meng Zhao was no ordinary young man, and there was no need to fan the flames over this matter, lest they appear to have ulterior motives.

Li Li was straightforward by nature,