With this speculation in mind, the Palace Master and Grandmaster White Bone could not help turning their gazes toward Meng Zhao again. This time, however, their eyes were filled with appreciation and expectation.
Peerless talent that eclipsed an era, social skills that let him thrive on every side, powerful and unfathomable inherited martial arts, coupled with the immense force behind him—these had already destined him for extraordinary achievements. Now, on top of all that, he had a Grandmaster-level expert protecting him. The odds of his dying young had become vanishingly small.
Perhaps in another ten or twenty years, this young man would become someone of their level.
Grandmaster Realm experts did not simply appear whenever one wished. Every one of them was a legend blessed with talent, inheritance, foundation, and fortune alike. Especially in an age where martial arts had withered, anyone who could still attain such a realm was a martial arts hegemon in their own right.
Figures such as Meng Zhao and the Heaven Swallowing Dao Child did indeed possess the potential and possibility of entering the Grandmaster Realm in the eyes of the Palace Master and the others, far surpassing everyone else. Yet it was not certain. In their view, if Meng Zhao could step into that realm within ten years, it would already be an astonishing accomplishment.
Of course, if Meng Zhao knew what the three Grandmasters were thinking, he would never agree. Ten years was far too long; he fought for every moment. Besides, Grandmaster was not the limit of his martial path. The pinnacle of the flourishing martial age of antiquity and the Medieval Era was what he pursued.
The small banquet did not last long. Once the people of the Immortal Palace had cleared away the leftovers, the great hall became once more