Meng Zhao had seen much, but his understanding of the Demonic Path was far inferior to Wei Qi's.
Though he could tell that Xue Ying cultivated a demonic art, he did not know which one. Or perhaps even if he did, he would not care. He merely said calmly,
"I guess the reason you showed yourself tonight was not simply because of the darkness and torrential rain. More importantly, you knew that tonight, the Chen Family would suffer persecution at the hands of someone other than you, persecution severe enough to wipe out the entire family. That was why you came.
And you did not come to take revenge on the Chen Family before those people could. Quite the opposite—you intended to save the People of the Chen Family in the guise of a savior when those people made their move. Am I right?"
To the Chen Family mother and son, the lame old man, and even Wei Qi and Zhang Dun, Meng Zhao's words sounded like a fantasy, utterly inconceivable. He had clearly come to avenge his father's death—could it be that he would instead repay resentment with kindness and help the Chen Family through this ordeal with the bearing of a saint?
If that were truly the case, why make such a tremendous spectacle of it? Why even go so far as to cruelly kill an Innate Realm Warrior?
Yet Xue Ying's expression shifted slightly. Beyond surprise and curiosity, his gaze at Meng Zhao now held several traces of killing intent.
"Oh? You should know that the Chen Family and I share an irreconcilable hatred. Why would I save Chen Sheng's wife and child?"
Meng Zhao sat steadily in the large chair within the room, his fingers rolling his prayer beads as he said unhurriedly,
"Perhaps because, though