Earlier, he had taken a liking to Meng Zhao, believing that such a prodigy bore great destiny and possessed exceptional comprehension, perhaps capable of giving him a surprise. Unfortunately, he was a great trouble and could not be touched.
Only then had Palace Master recommended Fu Zeguang. Through his secret art of observation, Fu Zeguang was admittedly inferior to Meng Zhao, but he was still an excellent piece of material for polishing and use. Better still, what this man cultivated was quite similar to his own, greatly reducing the difficulty of altering his foundation. That was something Meng Zhao could not compare with.
Still, as the old saying went, whether it was a mule or a horse, one had to lead it out for a stroll. His secret art was not omnipotent. He had gleaned nothing when observing Meng Zhao, and as for Fu Zeguang, he could only hold expectations rather than immediately decide upon him.
Thus, he would use this opportunity to let Fu Zeguang display his abilities and see what he was made of.
Grandmaster Qiao had no objection. He had only intended to be a passerby on this trip and did not wish to become overly entangled with those of the Demonic Path. Yet he had seen Meng Zhao here, acting without restraint and drawing the attention of Palace Master and Grandmaster White Bone. Fearing that he might fall prey to the schemes of the two Grandmasters, he had exposed his identity to offer him protection.
Palace Master nodded, deeply confident in Fu Zeguang's abilities. After all, Fu Zeguang was someone he himself had valued and even promoted. After some thought, he said,
"Very well. However, his opponent cannot be too weak. If they lack the skill to force out even Fu Zeguang's true foundation, would all