He Liu laughed heartily and shook his head in denial.
"How could that be? Little brother, you are a dragon among men, a prominent talent. Your presence here is He's honor. How could I possibly be dissatisfied? Besides, you are good friends with Brother Niu and the others, so we are not outsiders to each other. Dissatisfaction is even less worth mentioning.
"It is merely that He is curious. This is the territory of the Mishui Immortal Palace, and the entire mountain is filled with evil demons and their ilk. Little brother, your status is far from ordinary. Are you not afraid that some mishap might occur?"
The son of a wealthy family did not sit beneath a sagging roof; a gentleman did not stand beneath a crumbling wall. In short, one should not do dangerous things, and should have as little contact with them as possible. Yet Meng Zhao was exceptionally adventurous. He had infiltrated a den of tigers and wolves, and the enormity of his courage was plain to see.
Meng Zhao did not evade He Liu's probing. Instead, he revealed a touch of domineering pride.
"It is not that I am boasting, but though this place is filled with masters like clouds and strong men like rain, I fear that aside from the Palace Master, there is no second person capable of doing anything to me. Not even you, Lord He.
"And not long ago, I met the Palace Master and received his old man's favor. I have already obtained a qualification for the Inner Demon Gathering.
"So what have I to fear?"
Meng Zhao's words were immensely impactful. First, they were too wild, too arrogant. He simply did not put this group of powerful Demonic Path figures in his eyes, instead elevating himself to an extremely