Li Ya'er felt somewhat less pressure in the face of Meng Zhao's friendly manner and gentle expression. Though he was much older, their martial prowess was as far apart as clouds and mud. He did not dare rely on his seniority and act as though he were some formidable figure.
"Not at all. Dragon King Meng accepting this python gallbladder is giving me face. Once I return to the Li Family, I can tell those people at home that I have a friendship with you, Dragon King Meng. I imagine it will make others green with envy!"
After exchanging pleasantries and going back and forth for a while, the two took their seats. To ensure their conversation remained secret and unknown to outsiders, aside from the servants attending them in the hall, even the two guards standing watch outside the door were sent away, leaving only the two of them in the room.
Seeing this, Li Ya'er understood that his visit today might have come as an unexpected development for Meng Zhao. It was perfectly normal for him to be cautious.
What he did not know was that Meng Zhao had already learned of certain deeper connections between the Li Family and the southern rebellion. Added to the fact that Beitang Shu had been assassinated not long ago, Meng Zhao had deliberately driven everyone away to avoid suspicion, lest word get out and provoke the Beitang Imperial Clan's displeasure.
Whether one had done it was one matter; whether one appeared to have done it was another. The difference was still immense.
Judge deeds, not hearts—for if hearts were judged, no one would be flawless. Meng Zhao acted cautiously and did not want to leave others with something to criticize over minor details.
"Senior Li, why have you come alone today?