Zhou Wangqiao's final words carried the air of an aged lion, a hero whose spirit had waned, yet they were also deeply sincere.
They displayed his affection for his descendants to the fullest.
Yet Meng Zhao secretly shook his head. From an outsider's perspective, Zhou Wangqiao was ruthless, selfish, and utterly self-centered. How could he so easily place all his ambitions and future hopes upon his sons and grandsons?
That Demon Incarnation Blood Soul True Scripture surely held shocking fortune and profound mysteries. That was why he was unwilling to share it with outsiders—not even with his own son or grandson.
His Sixth Junior Brother's version of the art must have been incomplete, useful only for saving lives and incapable of cultivating an unmatched demonic art. Moreover, just as Zhou Wangqiao himself had said, he also wanted the Immovable Wisdom King Subduing Demon Great Hand Seal as a final safeguard. Trading part of the Blood Soul True Scripture for the complete set of three Buddhist Supreme Skills was no loss.
Of course, the internal and external factors Zhou Wangqiao had mentioned were also part of it, but his own selfish motives certainly accounted for some of the reason as well.
"Originally, I was bound to strike at and destroy the Zhou Family to uphold my authority and intimidate external enemies. But with this old fellow secretly protecting them, succeeding will likely not be so easy."
Meng Zhao, who had remained hidden all this time, felt somewhat troubled as well. Without Zhou Wangqiao and the external aid of the Pudu Cult, it would not have been difficult for his current forces to wipe out the Zhou Family.
He had already devised a pretext for making his move and prepared to settle certain people within the Aristocratic Family Alliance. He had even