All of a sudden, one of the seated innate experts rose to his feet. He stood seven chi tall, handsome and dignified. Looking coldly at Meng Zhao, who stood below the jade platform with fierce, tyrannical bearing, he said,
"You are Meng Tao? What Demonic Path rogue cultivator did you come from?"
This man had emerged far too abruptly, instantly drawing everyone's attention. Even the three Great Grandmasters turned their focus back to him, their eyes filled with scrutiny.
Those who recognized him hurriedly explained to the people around them,
"This is Kang Youde of Shaxian, also a rogue cultivator. But he is well-informed and has many ears and eyes. He must have noticed something."
Both openly and between the lines, they were excusing him and smoothing things over. His sudden outburst had displeased and repulsed quite a few people. With three Great Grandmasters present, this was practically a grand martial gathering. If he wanted to stir up trouble, could he not have picked another time? Did it have to be now?
Still, regardless of his intentions, that explanation did ease the agitation of many present. They decided to wait and see how things unfolded. Even if a Grandmaster became enraged, it would be this man who suffered.
Meng Zhao had been feeling stifled all along. Even when fighting others, he had been somewhat absent-minded. The reason was that although he knew Zhao Hun was hiding somewhere within the hall, he had never managed to discover his whereabouts. It was like a fishbone lodged in his throat, like thorns pressed against his back.
Just as Zhao Hun had racked his brains and exhausted every effort to kill him and correct his own past mistake, Meng Zhao likewise wished to eliminate him completely, so that from then on, there would be