Meng Zhao pondered for a long while. He believed that his foundation in Lingwu Commandery City had largely been secured. After the battle by Mingxiu Lake, even if there were forces within the city dissatisfied with him or even hostile toward him, they likely would not dare openly declare war on him.
As for making petty moves in the shadows, given the scale of the forces now under his command and the strength of his many experts and capable men, he could resolve them safely enough. They would not pose too great a problem.
Therefore, he could temporarily devote his energies to the wider world beyond Lingwu City.
For one thing, he could broaden his horizons and increase his knowledge by personally seeing the landscapes and customs of other provinces. For another, he could see whether there was anything to gain.
What the Heaven Swallowing Dao Child sought from the Mishui Palace Master was one target, while the Demonic Path martial artists attending the demon gathering held by Mishui Immortal Palace were targets as well.
Any hegemon or powerhouse would not be bound by the distinction between righteous and evil. So long as someone could be used for their own purposes, they were good.
The forces of the Demonic Path had always been a power on the Divine Continent that could neither be eradicated nor ignored.
Although Meng Zhao had already found an avenue into Demon Venerable Hall, there was no harm in making contact with others as well.
Walking on two legs was always far steadier than walking on one.
As for why Meng Zhao was in such a hurry, even going so far as to brave the condemnation of the world by entangling himself with the Demonic Path, aside from his instinctive desire to strengthen himself and expand