At the same time, this made Li Ya'er even more curious. What exactly was Meng Zhao's Trump Card, and where did his confidence lie?
In their subsequent interactions, Meng Zhao did not deliberately inquire into the Sword Dao Grandmaster's whereabouts. As Li Xingchen gradually recovered and was no longer as lifeless as before, the relationship between the two sides improved considerably.
It was a subtle balance—one willing, the other receptive.
In the end, Meng Zhao even invited the Li Family party to visit Meng Family Manor as guests.
Though he had no desire to involve himself in the conflict between the Li Family and the Beitang Imperial Clan, that did not prevent him from using this acquaintance to befriend these descendants of the Li-Tang Imperial Clan.
After all, one more friend meant one more path. No one knew what might happen in the future, and it was always good to be prepared.
Though Li Ya'er was tempted, he looked at his nephew. He had to consider the boy's feelings, so he tactfully declined.
Still, he revealed that he would visit Meng Mansion in a few days.
More than anything, he wanted to see whether Meng Zhao would keep his word. If, in the next few days, no rumors spread that Li Xingchen had lost to Meng Zhao, then paying a visit, drawing closer, and even offering Meng Zhao a few sweeteners would be inevitable. It was also a matter of returning courtesy for courtesy.
But if even a few stray words reached the Jianghu Martial Arts World and caused unfavorable gossip, then the Li Family was not to be trifled with. No matter how strong or mysterious Meng Zhao was, they would certainly retaliate...
Leaving the teahouse, Meng Zhao took the lead, striding ahead with the gait of a dragon