Meng Zhao's knowledge could be called extraordinary. Back then, to ensure he could play the role of Meng Zhao well without being exposed, Zhao Hun had specifically compiled portraits of people in Imperial Capital City who had met and were familiar with the real Meng Zhao, making him memorize them until he knew them like the back of his hand.
That way, even if they met face-to-face in the future, there would be no risk of being found out.
After all, Great Compassion Temple was an imperial temple. Countless nobles and high officials went there to offer incense and worship buddha, so it was inevitable that they might cross paths with unlucky fellows like them, who had been gathered by the Emperor to chant sutras and pray for blessings.
Thus, Meng Jizu and Meng Hongdao, the two brothers, might not necessarily recognize many of Imperial Capital City's nobles and dignitaries, but Meng Zhao could identify them without error. This was also one of the benefits Zhao Hun had given him.
Now, Meng Zhao studied the young man's appearance and found no resemblance to anyone he knew. Clearly, he was not one of Imperial Capital City's top nobles, and was most likely from some powerful aristocratic family native to Liang Prefecture.
Of course, he might also have been a descendant of another family among the Nine Surnames, though Meng Zhao felt that was unlikely.
Seeing Meng Zhao's expressionless face after removing his mask, with nothing remarkable about him, the young man found it difficult to save face. He said arrogantly,
"You mere mortal, do you not know that I come from the Yu Family of Liang Prefecture? I possess the Ancient Heavenly Emperor Bloodline and am a Son of Heaven. If you obediently kneel before me now, I may yet spare