These words sounded rather laughable. If Lu Hou'er heard them, he would probably give Gui Ba several resounding slaps. Wasn't this looking down on him?
But honestly speaking, Lu Hou'er might be a hegemon ruling one corner of the Jianghu Martial Arts World, yet an objective fact could not be ignored: he had no connection whatsoever with a behemoth like Divine Saber Hall, nor could he possibly do anything special against them.
To put it bluntly, there was a barrier between the two sides. They were not on the same level.
Would it affect Lu Hou'er if a descendant of the imperial clan gained status and influence within Divine Saber Hall, even forming a faction of his own?
No. Not in the slightest. At most, Lu Hou'er had dealings with the Tan Family. What did the affairs within Divine Saber Hall have to do with him? Naturally, they held no value for him.
From this perspective, it was reasonable, and entirely possible, that Gui Ba had obtained this information but had not told Lu Hou'er.
Of course, another thing that made Meng Zhao see Gui Ba in a new light was the latter's connections and courage.
First, Meng Zhao had no idea whether this childhood-friend story was true, or merely a gimmick Gui Ba had invented to fool him.
Second, the man was willing to spend a full thousand taels of silver to buy information that was both important and useless. That took a certain measure of nerve.
After all, information like this often had little practical use. It was fine as a topic of conversation, but in essence, it brought no real benefit.
"Was that person truly your childhood friend, rather than an intelligence broker you contacted yourself to gather information?"
If it were true, Gui Ba could have