That single remark from the monk left Beitang Xing and Old Daoist Liu somewhat at a loss. Had this man come specifically for Beitang Xing, or had he merely acted on a whim after seeing that Beitang Xing possessed an extraordinary physiognomy?
Beitang Xing reined in all his sharpness. He cautiously glanced at the middle-aged monk, pressed his palms together, and returned the greeting.
"Greetings, Master. I am Cheng Jun, second son of Cheng Ying, General of the Sea in Yanzhou. I came to Lishou Mountain after hearing that a precious treasure and fortunate opportunity had emerged within this mountain, and thus came with my elders to take a look."
The middle-aged monk seemed rather surprised upon hearing this. He actually smiled, shook his head, and said,
"General Cheng Ying's son is indeed named Cheng Jun. However, Cheng Jun is my third-generation disciple-grandson. He cultivates the martial path I founded and has also received my guidance. What you say is untrue, Benefactor. Do not make sport of this poor monk."
These words shocked Beitang Xing and Old Daoist Liu even more. One matter was that their lie had been exposed.
Beitang Xing's identity was far from ordinary. He was the son of the Emperor. When facing Meng Zhao, the other party had at least been a friend with whom he had crossed paths in their youth, and they both belonged to Great Yong's lineage. Meng Zhao would not harbor ill intentions toward him.
Yet this man's origins were unfathomable, while his martial arts had transcended the mortal realm. He might already have reached the Heavenly Being realm. Naturally, Beitang Xing did not dare rashly reveal his identity, lest unforeseen complications arise and even bring trouble and hidden dangers to the Imperial Court and royal family.
But no matter how carefully