Chapter 3955 — Such a Pity
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Besides, Wei Zhao had toiled here for over three months and was on good terms with them both; naturally they would not go out of their way to give him grief.
So the two guards turned a blind eye, and Wei Zhao and Meng Jueming were only too glad of it. As far as those two were concerned, it was best of all that the guards had the good sense not to interfere.
Time trickled away. Fully three hours past the noon hour, the sky outside was darkening, and the hour of quitting drew nearer and nearer. By now Wei Zhao had made his way around nearly the whole of Mine No. 10.
The spots where he had paused numbered more than twenty—twenty-two, to be exact.
"Hey, I feel obliged to remind you: quitting time is coming up soon. Personally I'm none too fond of this outcome either, but the way it looks, the two of us were plainly never fated to work well together. Such is Heaven's will." Meng Jueming's face was a study in impatience; after stewing all afternoon, his store of patience was thoroughly spent.
Wei Zhao silently kept his hand against the stone wall, still pouring in true qi. This was the twenty-third spot—and the last on his plan.
"To be honest, a newcomer as outstanding as you—practically a legend—I'd originally meant to use this chance to forge a fine partnership with you from here on. What a shame." Meng Jueming suddenly heaved a sigh.
Those words were indeed sincere. After all, he was about to be promoted to Third Pavilion Master, and he did not have a single capable subordinate to his name. Were word of that to get out, it would be far too shabby a state of affairs.
Meng Zhou, true, had been utterly transformed after taking the Midnight Heart-Splitting Pill, and compared with the good-for-nothing he once was, he did seem marginally more reliable—but alas, he was still far from Wei Zhao's match, and now he had been beaten half to death and lay bedridden.
As for Murong Zhen, she was certainly far more dependable than Meng Zhou—but the woman was deep and calculating, and even in bed she was not of one heart with him, Meng Jueming. She was a venomous snake, for all he knew ready to bare her hideous fangs at any moment.
Neither of them could he truly rely upon. Now, with this golden opportunity before him, if he could subdue Wei Zhao and make him his own, it would be more ideal than he could have wished.
The man's strength far exceeded those two others, and with a lethal hold over him, there was no need to worry about his loyalty either. He was practically a puppet enforcer tailor-made for Meng Jueming—and the stronger Wei Zhao grew, the happier it made him.
What a pity, then, that compared with a puppet subordinate, Meng Jueming cared far more about the spirit jade. If Wei Zhao would not honestly surrender the secret of how to swiftly turn waste jade into fine jade, then he would simply have to resign himself to striking the man dead.
At that, Wei Zhao withdrew his hand. Everything was in readiness. He smiled a teasing smile. "Is that so? Then what a great pity. Had you said so earlier, there might have been the faintest shred of a chance for you to save your miserable little life."
"What?" Meng Jueming was struck dumb, and from that inexplicable remark of Wei Zhao's he sensed a thread of uncommon danger.
It was as though he had unwittingly fallen into a vast web, hands and feet bound fast, struggling in vain for life or death, while the spider that feeds on the chosen was gradually emerging from the shadows, revealing its hideous, savage form. R1152