As for Beitang Xing, truth be told, he had never truly wanted to take some master of unknown origins as his teacher. He had only submitted because of the man's Heavenly Being Martial Dao. Since he had never offered his heart in the first place, he naturally did not feel betrayed.
But nothing was more frightening than comparison. Compared with everything that had happened after he encountered this middle-aged monk, and the changes after the monk went out with Meng Zhao and returned, he could clearly sense the subtle differences.
It could not help but discourage him. He even developed thoughts similar to Old Daoist Liu's. Could it be that Meng Zhao was his nemesis? That whenever he encountered Meng Zhao, he would be suppressed at every turn, with no day to turn the tables?
Still, Monk Huikong had already put it this way. Beitang Xing had no reason to object, nor did he dare to. He could only force down the resentment in his heart, grit his teeth, and squeeze out a faint smile—both for Monk Huikong and for Meng Zhao.
Meng Zhao also looked at Beitang Xing. This boy was a ruthless sort and seemed to possess a bit of fortune as well. He had encountered Monk Huikong and stirred him into coming after Meng Zhao, showing that he was vicious, merciless, and certain to repay every grievance. He was a menace.
By rights, Meng Zhao should have taken advantage of this honeymoon period with Monk Huikong to kill the fellow outright. But as the old saying went, he did not believe he could truly succeed—not with absolute certainty, at least.
If he failed, he would bear the charge of attempting to murder a Prince, and all the vast efforts he had painstakingly built up would go down