Meng Zhao found the situation both laughable and exasperating. He was not as loyal to Great Yong as people imagined, nor did he bear much malice toward the Pudu Cult.
It could be said that after saving Yuan Bin, if the Pudu Cult had not come to provoke him, he would not have continued tangling and entangling himself with this terrifying force. It would bring him no benefit whatsoever.
But now that they regarded him as someone they had to kill at all costs, he could not hold back either.
Just as the Pudu Cult had said, once he returned to Lingwu City, if given the chance, the first thing he would do would be contact the Meng Family and report the Pudu Cult's existence to the Imperial Court, to see how those lords of the court reacted.
Snitching was shameless, but effective.
Still, the most pressing matter was getting through the immediate crisis.
At this moment, the short, ugly monk clad in a crimson lotus kasaya stepped forward with his palms pressed together. His expression was tranquil as he said,
"Amitabha. Benefactor Meng, you are in truth a genuine child of heaven, a heaven-bestowed genius rarely seen in this world. You are one of the most important pillars of Martial Dao Destiny.
Unless necessary, we would not wish to snuff out a figure such as yourself, much less see Martial Dao Destiny suffer such tremendous damage."
His voice was calm and mellow, making one feel as though bathed in a spring breeze. For a moment, one could even overlook the flaws in his appearance and stature. He truly possessed the bearing of an enlightened eminent monk.
Moreover, his assessment of Meng Zhao was extraordinarily high. It carried the implication that should Meng Zhao perish, Martial Dao Destiny would suffer