Meng Zhao smiled when he heard this. Rising from Liang Muqiu's ample embrace, he said,
"That boy has learned to play tricks now. He could have told me directly once he got to the army, yet he insisted on passing the message through you. He's improved quite a bit!"
Liang Muqiu shot Meng Zhao a devastatingly lovely sidelong glance.
"Meng Chuan was already an outstanding young talent. After tempering himself in the army for a while and interacting with the soldiers in his camp, his mind would naturally open up. He's no longer the same as before. You can't keep treating him like a child."
Meng Zhao nodded. Meng Chuan's little schemes meant nothing to him. What puzzled him was why the Meng Family wanted to summon him back to Nan'an.
His first thought was actually of Meng Yuanqiao.
That old fellow knew his background and understood that Meng Zhao had no blood relation to the Meng Family. After seeing Meng Zhao advance into the Grandmaster realm, with power too great to restrain, it was not impossible that he had revealed the truth to Meng Jizu, leading to thoughts that should never have arisen. Of course, comparatively speaking, that possibility was very slight.
Why?
For one thing, Meng Zhao's foundations were now solid and his wings full-grown. He could not be dealt with merely by summoning him back to the Meng Family. The army under his command, as well as every retainer of the Yangwu Meng Family, recognized him alone.
If Meng Zhao were gone, no one else would have the confidence to suppress the assembled heroes. When the tree fell, the monkeys scattered—that would be the final outcome.
Even if Meng Jizu personally stepped forward, he might not be able to gather power into his own hands. The gains