Where Water Reaches Ten Paces, Fragrant Grass Grows

To ordinary people, whether it was Chen Sheng or his wife and child, they were merely topics of conversation after tea and meals. Their plight had nothing to do with them, and they would not take the initiative to intervene.

Some had the will but lacked the strength; others had the strength but lacked the will.

Meng Zhao was different. His trip to Kunnan was certainly for the demonic gathering at Mishui Immortal Palace, but he also intended to scout out Kunnan ahead of time and seek an opportunity to gain a foothold in Yanzhou.

As an outsider, rashly entering a region and encroaching upon the interests of its original inhabitants would inevitably provoke enormous hostility and backlash. Every step would be difficult, and it would be hard to open up the situation. This was only natural.

Had the Meng Family not already possessed businesses, manpower, and an established foundation in Lingwu City, Meng Zhao might not have secured his footing so quickly when he first arrived there. But in Yanzhou, things likely would not be so easy or fortunate.

Thus, Meng Zhao needed such an opportunity—one that would give him a righteous cause and proper standing, avoid especially provoking the ill will of Yanzhou's upper echelon, and allow him to deal with Kunnan's middling local tyrants and powerful clans to strengthen himself.

His ultimate goal was merely to drive in a nail and secure his footing. If he truly wished to expand rapidly within a few years, even sweeping through Yanzhou, he could not do without Meng Zhao's earlier plan: obtaining help from Tan Changming or that Heavenly Wolf Alliance Leader.

As for why he did not seek help from the beginning, that also involved the question of order and priority.

If Meng Zhao could achieve some results without