Seeing County Magistrate Song Zhiyi waiting for the two of them not far away, Meng Haoran hurriedly supported Meng Jingshan and walked over.
Meng Jingshan cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, County Magistrate."
County Magistrate Song Zhiyi smiled. "Elder Meng, there is no need for formalities. Today, I am meeting you as a friend in private. Besides, I personally wrote to invite you here."
Meng Jingshan nodded. "In that case, County Magistrate, let us head to the side hall for a meal."
Seeing that no one was in the rear hall, County Magistrate Song Zhiyi lowered his voice. "There is no rush for that. Elder Meng, regarding everything I arranged for today's Family Tournament, I trust you understand what I mean?"
How could Meng Jingshan fail to understand now? Everything County Magistrate Song Zhiyi had done today was to pave the way for the Meng Family.
"County Magistrate, there is no need to say more. I already understand," Meng Jingshan replied.
"If your Meng Family enters the top five in this Family Tournament, then before I step down from my post as Qingyang County Magistrate, your Meng Family will have at least a fifty percent chance of becoming the eighth Ninth-Rank Cultivation Family!"
County Magistrate Song Zhiyi continued, "But if you seize first place in the Family Tournament, then there will be no need for me to spend the next two years making arrangements for your Meng Family. By relying solely on your own strength, your Meng Family will have a hundred percent chance of becoming the eighth Ninth-Rank Cultivation Family!"
Meng Jingshan and Meng Haoran solemnly nodded at those words.
County Magistrate Song Zhiyi smiled. "Elder Meng, I have already paved the road leading to a Ninth-Rank Cultivation Family for you. How far your Meng Family can walk upon