If Meng Zhao had not raised these doubts, they probably would never have noticed anything amiss with Yu Daoist.
But now that he had laid it all out, the identity and atmosphere Yu Daoist had so deliberately constructed were instantly shattered. At the very least, everyone began to wonder: had he truly obtained all this knowledge through proper, legitimate channels and means?
Could it be—could it be that he had struck while the iron was hot? After all, Emperor Yang of Sui had been a ruler whose dynasty perished with its second generation; his end had naturally been grim. It was not impossible that petty men had taken advantage of the chaos.
This was precisely being blinded by a single leaf, unable to see Mount Tai. Yet once it had been pointed out, many flaws became self-evident.
Mu Yi's expression was the most telling. He did not display much anger or resentment; he merely looked at Yu Daoist with probing suspicion. He had never believed or trusted the man to begin with, and now he had even more reason to doubt him.
Yu Daoist, Yu Daoist... Yu... Yu... Yuwen... Could he possibly be a descendant of the Yuwen Family?
Just as he himself had adopted Mu Yi as an alias, it was entirely possible for this Daoist to have taken one character from his own surname.
At that thought, a trace of killing intent inevitably arose in his heart.
The Yuwen Family could be called one of the Yang Family's greatest mortal enemies. Their enmity ran even deeper than that with the later Li Family.
For Emperor Yang Guang of Sui had died at the hands of the Yuwen Family—the family he had once trusted, relied upon, and promoted most.
"**Hmph! What you say is utter nonsense. My ancestor stood