It was not that Old Daoist Liu looked down on the Twelfth Prince, Beitang Xing. On the contrary, if he had not valued the man, he would never have eagerly attached himself to him and stayed by his side for so many years.
Serving a ruler was like serving a tiger. A prince was not yet a ruler, but he could still be counted among the potential heirs.
If not for the generous reward, why would he take such an enormous risk?
By Old Daoist Liu's own judgment, Beitang Xing possessed boundless potential and had hopes of becoming a supreme emperor. Of course, unlike a Peerless Prodigy such as Meng Zhao, who could carve his way to that rank and status through unrivaled martial arts alone.
Beitang Xing needed to rely more on Human Dragon Qi and the Imperial Dynasty's National Destiny to achieve anything, but even so, his potential was already extraordinary.
Unfortunately, Beitang Xing was still lying low. No matter how great his potential, it remained only potential and could not be turned into actual strength. What was more, Meng Zhao had already made his name, his martial arts peerless.
Other than the gap in status, Old Daoist Liu did not believe Beitang Xing could rival Meng Zhao in every respect.
Meng Zhao looked at the smiling Beitang Xing, who seemed utterly sincere, and guessed his intentions. Shaking his head, he said,
"Twelfth Prince, I appreciate your kindness. But I truly have urgent matters to attend to, and I may face danger. To keep your safety from being threatened, it would be better for us to part ways."
Before Beitang Xing could say anything more, Meng Zhao linked his aura with Gan Mingfeng and Lu Hou'er at his side. The three vanished before their eyes like phantoms, their