Why did Zhao Hun place his hopes, expectations, yearning, and trust upon someone he had never met?
The reason was simple. If his guess was correct, then this Meng Family Grandmaster, who was very likely Meng Yuanqiao, possessed the martial strength to suppress Meng Zhao—as long as he was willing.
And if Zhao Hun could win Meng Yuanqiao's trust and expose that impostor's true face, he might gain the support of this uncle-grandfather from the main family, and then reclaim everything that belonged to him.
After all, that man was merely a swindler who deceived the world and stole a name. He was the true descendant of the Meng Family, sharing the same blood as the Meng Family.
Still, Zhao Hun was not without concerns. The crucial point was that all of this was merely his speculation.
What if that Meng Family Grandmaster was not Meng Yuanqiao as he believed? His plans might come to nothing, and he himself would be placed in danger.
However, Zhao Hun believed such a risk was worth taking. If he missed this chance, finding another opportunity to bring down the impostor would be harder than scaling the heavens.
Even with such thoughts, Zhao Hun still did not dare put them into action lightly.
The outer grounds of the Meng Family Manor were vast, surrounded by broad stretches of farmland, Medicine Fields, and waterways. The soil was rich and fertile, and it seemed one could slip inside with ease without worrying about being discovered.
Yet in truth, the guards within were extremely strict. The Innate Masters who had pledged themselves to Meng Zhao, along with the hardened warriors painstakingly trained by the family, were all concealed within. It could truly be called a place where experts gathered like clouds.
According to Dragon City, this Meng