The young man was also deep in thought, wondering what attitude he ought to take toward this person who looked so familiar. With his naturally open-minded and composed temperament, he had still fallen into a dilemma. It showed just how much pressure Meng Zhao exerted on him.
Then inspiration flashed through his mind, and he quickly realized the other man's identity. Narrowing his eyes, he said,
"Meng Zhao, after all these years, could it be that you no longer remember me?"
Why did he look familiar? Naturally, it was because the young man had met Meng Zhao before, and had even come into close contact with him. That was why he felt such familiarity.
Back then, the real Meng Zhao had gone to Great Compassion Temple in Imperial Capital City to cultivate while retaining his hair. As he had been born into nobility, and Great Compassion Temple was also an imperial temple, he had a certain chance of coming into contact with princes and nobles, even some imperial concubines, princesses, and commandery princesses. They would visit from time to time to offer incense and worship the buddha, and some even cultivated at Ci'en Temple as well.
The Twelfth Prince had been young then, and had once come into close contact with Meng Zhao at Great Compassion Temple. But Meng Zhao had still been young at the time. His build and features had not yet fully developed, leaving only a rough outline.
Still, a person's childhood appearance and adult appearance retained a certain continuity. That was why the young Twelfth Prince felt a sense of familiarity toward Meng Zhao. Yet because what he recognized was Meng Zhao as a child, he had not recalled it at once.
The same applied to Meng Zhao. However, this Meng Zhao was a fake. He