Meng Zhao shot Lu Hou'er a surprised look, then suddenly realized that everything the man had said before had merely been groundwork. What he truly wanted to say was that final sentence.
The fellow certainly had plenty of schemes, but it also showed that his attitude toward Meng Zhao was not merely one of respect, but deep reverence. That was why he had so many concerns and calculations.
After all, whether they were martial artists from Divine Saber Hall or people of some other origin, struggles within the Innate Realm simply could not attract Meng Zhao, a Great Grandmaster. Even if Meng Zhao did not say so himself, Lu Hou'er should have understood as much.
They had not exactly spent every waking moment together on the road, but Lu Hou'er had certainly come to understand Meng Zhao quite well.
Yet he had deliberately recounted so much, only reluctantly revealing the truth after seeing that Meng Zhao truly had no interest. This showed what he had intended from the beginning.
Still, this raised another question. Having old ties with the Tan Family was not something shameful. There was no need to hem and haw before him unless there was some hidden crux to it.
And that crux was something Meng Zhao could not tolerate, something that might even provoke his disgust and revulsion.
Meng Zhao was somewhat displeased. He snorted, glared at Lu Hou'er, and said,
"Just say whatever you have to say. Given the relationship between us, there is no need for you to stammer and hesitate over anything."
A bitter smile appeared on Lu Hou'er's face. There were some matters he truly did not dare involve himself in, yet if the matter exploded, he would not be able to extricate himself and might easily end up taking the blame.