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Meng Zhao had already made it very clear in his heart which mattered more.

Between Flood Dragon Little Nine and Fu Ning, he would unquestionably choose the former, and he would never regret it.

As for anyone saying that Flood Dragon Little Nine would not be unable to grow without this poison pill, that temporarily giving it up would be fine—perhaps he could even obtain more poisons from the Five Poisons Sect to help the flood dragon grow rapidly.

But in truth, some things were like opportunities. Once missed, there might not be another chance. Therefore, one must never lightly give away what belonged to oneself—doing so would be irresponsible toward oneself.

Moreover, after serving as one in power for so long, Meng Zhao had developed his own understanding of how to judge people.

In his view, although Zheng Que, Su Can, and Niu Dali were no good either, each had weaknesses that could be exploited. They also possessed the rich emotions belonging to human beings and could be considered to have some human warmth.

But Fu Ning was different. Apart from his unacceptable appearance, his temperament was like the poisonous creatures covering his body—dangerous, frightening, and distant. To build a good relationship with him, a single poison pill would likely accomplish nothing.

Meng Zhao could certainly curry favor with the man in a targeted manner. No matter what, as long as he found the right method, winning someone over was not difficult. But he was also a proud man, and he would never wrong himself.

Thus, his choice was both beyond others' expectations and entirely reasonable to himself.

After hearing Meng Zhao's reply, He Liu seemed to reveal a trace of an amused smile in his eyes without a sound. He knew very well that Fu Ning was someone