The Yellow Springs Holy Son did not know how close the Peach Blossom Scholar was to that County King's Heir, but he understood the principle that those who walked different paths could not make common plans.
He was an Imperial Scion, with royal blood in his veins. Using your Demonic Path to gain a few benefits was one thing, but could he truly be willing to degrade himself, mingle with monsters and demons like you, and even use his own connections to send benefits your way?
There was no such good fortune under heaven. There should not be, nor was it likely that anyone could be that muddleheaded.
"Hmph. You expect me to believe whatever you say? Setting aside the fact that my Yellow Springs Demonic Sect burned Meng Zhao's Dragon Tooth Great Ship and that the two sides are already like fire and water, are you so certain you can get that County King's Heir to help me?"
The Peach Blossom Scholar showed none of the embarrassment or discomfort of having a lie exposed. He merely smiled faintly and said,
"Your Holy Sonship sees clearly. I only said that I would do my best to mediate. Perhaps I can ask the County King's Heir to build a bridge and make introductions, giving you the opportunity to exchange martial arts with Meng Zhao in a fair fight.
"After all, worthy opponents are hard to find. I believe that since you wish to challenge a strong expert like Meng Zhao, Meng Zhao, as one of the supreme prodigies of the younger generation, may not be unwilling to cross hands with the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect's Holy Son either. What do you think?"
That was true. Anyone obsessed with martial arts, mad with a thirst for them, wanted to find an evenly