Meng Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, his posture straight as pine and cypress, his bearing grand and noble, possessing an indescribable calm and ease.
"How about it? This Yellow Springs Holy Son is indeed a fake, and you truly harbor ill intent. Not only did you deceive the Heir, you even plotted against me. Sinful Valley—heh, what colossal nerve! Let me guess. You used the Heir to lure me here, away from the protection of the army, most likely intending to harm me. My reputation and martial arts are known throughout the land; for you to dare commit such an outrageous act, you must have a trump card in reserve. From what I know, Hell Path has already hired a Grandmaster to assassinate me, to exact revenge upon Earl of Nan'an's Estate. I too had risen early and retired late, mobilizing the army to guard against them, yet I never saw this Grandmaster arrive. Today, perhaps you have joined hands with this Grandmaster sent to assassinate me, seizing this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. You masqueraded as abandoned disciples cast aside by the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect, when in truth you came to assassinate me!"
As his words fell, everyone present was once again shocked by Meng Zhao's audacious claims.
At the same time, the guards who had originally stood behind the two men all exerted every ounce of strength they had, rushing at top speed to stand before them. Blades rang from their sheaths as they formed a semicircular defensive perimeter, their chilling aura and gleaming weapons separating the people opposite them from Meng Zhao and Beitang He.
Beitang He, in particular, was shocked, furious, and somewhat panicked. First, he had never expected that Heartless Path's Grandmaster would be connected to Peach Blossom Scholar and his group. Second, he