Seeking refuge with the Meng Family might mean being hunted down and killed by the Pudu Cult in the future, but if he refused the Meng Family, he would die immediately.
With the former, he might still have a ten or twenty percent chance of surviving. With the latter, death was virtually certain, because they had given him no more time to think or react.
Of course, though he had already made up his mind, the Holy Envoy concealed his thoughts, hoping to get more from the Meng Family—for instance, a guarantee that the Pudu Cult would not retaliate against him.
Lü Yue nodded and said with certainty,
"Of course. Once you join us, you are one of us. Protecting you is only right.
"You need not doubt our capabilities either. My Young Master is of noble birth, backed by formidable power, and his talent is extraordinary, with few who can compare. Though your Pudu Cult is strong and may even have a Grandmaster Realm martial artist, you still have to hide underground. How would you dare act openly and brazenly?
"If they truly lose their minds and cease to value their lives, so much the better. We have been meaning to invite the Great Yong Dynasty's experts to wipe out the Pudu Cult."
He spoke with high spirits, as though the Pudu Cult was no more than a minor player before Meng Zhao.
In truth, Lü Yue was completely talking big. Meng Zhao had no real way of dealing with the Pudu Cult's Cult Master, a Grandmaster Realm expert, let alone the possibility that even stronger martial artists stood behind him.
Thus, from the very beginning, Meng Zhao had ruled out confronting the Pudu Cult head-on. What Lü Yue told the Holy Envoy now was merely a tactic: bluff