No matter how hard Meng Zhao thought about it, he could not understand why the Li Family people were so arrogant. Not only did they not conceal their tracks, they had exposed themselves instead, even drawing the Beitang Imperial Clan's attention and retaliation.
If it had been him, he would never have done such a thing.
Of course, he was not someone who drilled into a bull's horn. If he could not figure something out, he simply stopped thinking about it. Excessive fixation was a burden upon one's state of mind; over time, it could even drag one's spirit down, causing one's martial path to regress rather than advance.
No matter what, with his current strength and the connections behind him, he had nothing to fear when it came to protecting himself. Even if chaos swept the world, he could remain as steady as Mount Tai.
However, Li Jing Tian seemed to have thought of something. After hesitating for a moment, his expression grew somewhat conflicted as he slowly said,
"Young Master, you must also be careful on this return to Lingwu City.
"Right now, the Jianghu Martial Arts World is practically abuzz with your reputation. You are spoken of in the same breath as Shen Tianci—truly unmatched beneath heaven, and bound to invite jealousy.
"Quite a few martial artists of the younger generation are unconvinced. The Li Family's visitors may not be here without other intentions."
Meng Zhao nodded. He had anticipated this as well. It was simply a matter of soldiers coming, generals blocking; water coming, earth damming.
His name as a peerless talent had spread wildly throughout the Divine Land, undoubtedly bringing him tremendous prestige and exposure. In places where news traveled quickly, even vegetable sellers and farmers probably heard, in their spare moments, of a man