Lu Hou'er's heart skipped a beat. First, he had never expected Beitang Xing to possess such methods, actually able to evade a Celestial's senses.
Second, he understood that this man had come looking for him with some ulterior motive—and it was something Meng Zhao could not be allowed to know about.
Was he asking him to harm Meng Zhao?
His black-and-white eyes shifted. After pondering for a moment, Lu Hou'er knew he had nowhere to retreat. Beitang Xing had visited in the dead of night and bypassed every layer of surveillance. Unless he was prepared to completely tear off the mask with him, he could only deal with Beitang Xing.
But there were ways and means to dealing with someone.
With that thought, Lu Hou'er did not hesitate. He spoke bluntly,
"Twelfth Prince, your status is noble, that of an Imperial Scion. I, Lu Hou'er, am merely a rough man of the jianghu and truly do not deserve such attention from you. Please speak plainly. If it is something I can accomplish, I, Lu Hou'er, will never refuse."
Even setting aside the other man's imperial status, Lu Hou'er would not slight him simply because he was the disciple of a Celestial powerhouse.
At the same time, Lu Hou'er's thoughts ran wild. Beitang Xing had always been rather aloof, paying little heed to the people and events around him. Why had he suddenly sought him out? Had something provoked him?
Could it be related to tonight's Life and Death Duel?
It was no wonder his imagination ran wild. Beitang Xing's behavior before and after was simply too contradictory. With this sudden move out of nowhere, anyone would overthink it.
Seeing this, Beitang Xing knew that if he kept beating around the bush, he would likely wear away the other man's patience.