That talk of being happy was, of course, complete nonsense. Though he had previously acted open-minded, deep down he was deeply hostile toward, resentful of, and even brimming with killing intent toward whoever had intercepted the opportunity that should have been his. That was why Old Daoist Liu had repeatedly warned him not to act impulsively.
Only by understanding did one know where the knot in his heart lay.
Beitang Xing was somewhat mercurial and unpredictable. He might appear smiling pleasantly while inwardly considering how to kill someone. Take Meng Zhao now—he seemed overjoyed, as though reuniting with an old friend, but that was only because he could not gauge Meng Zhao's current strength and lacked the confidence to take him down. He could only numb Meng Zhao's vigilance first.
But once he found an opening and had certain confidence, he definitely would not maintain this attitude.
It might sound rather lacking in grace, but that was human nature—the diversity of character. There were absolutely no two identical people in the world, not merely in appearance but in temperament as well. Even cowards came in every strange variety, too numerous to list.
Meng Zhao did not care whether Beitang Xing's attitude toward him was sincere or false. He was merely surprised by the man's sudden appearance. After all, a dignified Prince should have been enjoying glory and riches in Imperial Capital City, yet he had come to Lishou Mountain with an old Daoist. It was hard not to be suspicious.
Could it be that this man, too, knew of the many opportunities and fortunes hidden within Lishou Mountain and had come to try his luck?
That possibility was not nonexistent, merely very slight. It was common knowledge that opportunities lay everywhere within Lishou Mountain, and this was where Shaohao had