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Meng Zhao was taken aback. At first, he thought Gu Sinan and Yun Fei were isolated and helpless in Lingwu City, and wished to borrow his strength to hunt down the traitors. Their so-called selection of treasures was merely a token of employment or thanks.

But when he saw their expressions and relaxed demeanors, he suddenly understood. They had come to give him gifts, merely under another pretext. It was worth considering.

If it had been an ordinary force, he certainly would not have cared about any so-called treasures or accumulated foundations.

What a joke. With the Sky-Illuminating Mirror, the Emperor Yu Battle Armor, and a flood dragon in his possession, did he still need to scour the world for ordinary treasures?

But the Demon Venerable Hall was different. This was a top-tier sect of the Demonic Path, with a long inheritance and deep foundations. If he could truly obtain something valuable from it, it would be pure profit. Why not?

Moreover, there were likely many treasures whose origins and foundations even the Demon Venerable Hall could not uncover, let alone figure out how to use. Yet Meng Zhao possessed the Sky-Illuminating Mirror—his greatest confidence—and it was more than enough to let him recognize pearls amid fish eyes.

"Very well. I happen to have nothing to do. Stillness has made me yearn for movement, so I'll make the trip with you two."

The three reached an agreement. Better to act today than wait for another day. They intended to settle matters swiftly, execute the three groups of defectors, and then discuss their cooperation in detail.

Since this involved the Demonic Path, and Meng Zhao had no desire to foolishly play at wearing a mask in broad daylight, he circulated his Crimson Dragon True Qi and compressed his blood vessels, tendons,