Lu Hou'er was indeed tempted by such terms, such prospects.
Nothing needed to change—or rather, he only needed to do a few things in secret. He could win Beitang Xing's approval without angering Meng Zhao. For himself, it was immensely beneficial, equivalent to having two powerful figures backing him.
Given their status and standing, even a little benefit leaking from their fingers would be enough to leave his mouth dripping with grease.
But was it truly so wonderful?
Of course not. Lu Hou'er quickly thought of the hidden perils within.
No matter how beautifully Beitang Xing dressed it up, one fact could not be changed: sooner or later, the other man would need him to do something.
And if he did something, he would leave traces. He would reveal flaws.
What the other man wanted Lu Hou'er to do might very well be what Meng Zhao did not want him to do. Caught in such a contradiction, he would inevitably have to side with one of them.
If he sided with Beitang Xing, Meng Zhao certainly would not spare him. With Meng Zhao's peerless martial arts, crushing him to death would not be much more troublesome than crushing an ant.
If he sided with Meng Zhao, then with Beitang Xing's temperament, he might very well expose the fact that Lu Hou'er had been feeding from both sides to Meng Zhao. That would not end well either.
Thus, at this moment, Lu Hou'er was caught between advancing and retreating, trapped in a dilemma. He even somewhat resented Beitang Xing for stirring up trouble for no reason.
If Beitang Xing had not come looking for him, how would he have ended up facing such trouble?
Of course, deep down, he had long since reached a decision. It was only Beitang Xing's identity