Zhao Rong wanted to nod and say, "I have no objections to you all influencing my judgment, go ahead and suggest a better plan," but at this moment, that Meng Xuezhen was nearby, and with her cultivation, she could definitely hear clearly.
As the leader in appearance, he could not show any weakness.
"Thank you all so much... sigh." Zhao Rong could only nod and sigh lightly.
He just happened to think of Meng Zhengjun, and the young Confucian scholar subconsciously glanced over with his peripheral vision, just in time to see that serious and stern woman withdraw her gaze from them.
In his field of vision, Meng Zhengjun then seemed to take a look at the scenery below the mountain and lightly nodded with a smile.
Zhao Rong's brow furrowed slightly.
Impossible? The 'Ritual' carved on the cliff does not conform to the grand ceremony of worship?
Unfortunately, these sudden questions emerging from his Heart Lake had no one to answer them.
