In truth, not only were the few people from the Pudu Cult left at a loss by Meng Zhao's words—even Yuan Bin and Niu Dali did not know how to react.
Yuan Bin knew Niu Dali quite well. He was the very picture of the Demonic Path: slaughtering innocents wantonly, vicious and ruthless, with if not a thousand then certainly several hundred lives on his hands. Calling him a blood-soaked killer would not be an exaggeration. Yet in Meng Zhao's mouth, he had become a model example of laying down the butcher's knife and attaining Buddhahood on the spot. It was no different from turning black into white.
Niu Dali felt the same. He had long known that few could match Meng Zhao's silver tongue, but the content of Meng Zhao's words still startled him—and genuinely stirred a little interest in him.
The Heavenly Punishment Hall was an immensely powerful armed force within the Great Yong court. Its Superintendent was Cui Wei, one of the Ten Absolute Masters of the World, a Peak Grandmaster who even bore the faint reputation of being the strongest man under heaven. Experts filled its ranks; its members were either scions of aristocratic families or disciples of renowned sects. If someone from the Demonic Path like him could enter the Heavenly Punishment Hall, it would truly bring glory to his ancestors. Bragging about it for ten years would not be excessive.
Unfortunately, he also knew that this would be exceedingly difficult. Even if Meng Zhao's family wielded tremendous influence in the Great Yong Dynasty, it was not something they could accomplish with a flick of the wrist, and they would have to shoulder unforeseeable dangers as well.
At this point, the Heavenly Maiden could also see that although Niu Dali had a vicious aura and