He gasped, and a look of disbelief covered his face as he stared at the statue taking Meng Hao off into the distance. He was well-aware of the difference between Meng Hao getting the statue to protect him, and getting it to carry him around. They were two completely different things.
One required passively responding, the other required taking action!
"He… can actually control the clan's Dao Guardsman!!" The Seventh Patriarch was panting. Now that he knew the full situation, his mind spun, and he completely forgot about any rule-violating members of the clan. He looked at Meng Hao with shining eyes, and couldn't help but be filled with the growing notion that Meng Hao would be a future pillar of the clan.
