After hearing Lu Hou'er's account, Third Young Master Bai and Mr. Yue no longer paid much attention to Meng Zhao's group.
For one thing, Meng Zhao had deliberately kept a low profile, concealing his aura and posing as a young Innate Martial Artist. Unless someone like Xu Tingyun, who had witnessed his methods and abilities along the way, or someone like Lu Hou'er, possessed by the demonic nature of an ancient war god and devil and endowed with extraordinary spiritual senses, even a Grandmaster-level expert like Mr. Yue would not have detected anything amiss.
And even if Lu Hou'er wanted to point out Meng Zhao's exceptional nature, constrained by the need to conceal his own secrets, he did not dare say too much. After all, even those Grandmaster martial artists could not make heads or tails of it—how had he known?
Thus, from a certain perspective, Meng Zhao's plan to keep a low profile and play the pig to eat the tiger had achieved a measure of success. For instance, Third Young Master Bai and Mr. Yue now regarded the Buddhist, Daoist, and Confucian trio as their opponents, but did not think Xu Tingyun and the others, Meng Zhao included, possessed any notable abilities.
Still, even if they looked down on these people, their numerical advantage was right there. The Buddhist, Daoist, and Confucian martial artists had already been brimming with confidence, and now several more possible troublemakers had appeared. If they wanted to rely on Mr. Yue's Grandmaster strength to suppress them, the chances of unforeseen complications were even greater.
For that reason, Third Young Master Bai abandoned the idea. After thinking it over, he sent a voice transmission to Mr. Yue.
"Forget it. There are too many people here now, from all walks of life. If things truly