New Friends

Meng Zhao had not gone far when he saw Niu Dali approaching from the opposite direction, bare-chested, powerfully built, and wearing golden hoops in his ears, accompanied by two formidable experts.

"Ha ha, Brother Bi, you just went to see the Palace Master. Was everything settled?"

Niu Dali asked with great familiarity. Though the two had known each other for less than an hour, there was not the slightest awkwardness between them. Perhaps his outward appearance naturally lent him that affable air, and he even seemed faintly eager to curry favor with Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao looked at Niu Dali and the two men beside him. This truly was like someone bringing a pillow just as he felt sleepy. He had only just considered drawing this man over to his side, yet they ran into one another the next moment. He did not know whether it was a coincidence or something this Killer by Reputation had arranged deliberately.

Of course, no matter which it was, Meng Zhao saw no problem with it. Everyone took what they needed. Especially now that Niu Dali had brought along two more powerful martial artists, it was clear that he had connections of his own.

This made Meng Zhao value him even more. If the Demonic Path were compared to a vast talent market, then those born into major demonic sects were certainly the mainstream, but unorthodox factions and Rogue Cultivators were also a force not to be overlooked. Moreover, those who could rise among them often possessed extraordinary potential.

For instance, Xue Ying, whom he had met at the Chen Family estate, and Niu Dali before him were at least no inferior to Yang Cai, whom Meng Zhao had subdued. They might even be a point or two stronger.

"The matter has been settled.