Old Daoist Liu was curious. He naturally knew that Beitang Xing must have protective means bestowed by the imperial family, but he knew nothing of such secrets, and Beitang Xing would not tell him.
At this moment, he could not help asking,
"Oh? You truly have a way to contend with Meng Zhao? Twelfth Master, please explain clearly. Can it stand against the power of a Great Grandmaster, or can it let you escape beneath a Great Grandmaster's gaze?"
"It is not that this old Daoist deliberately seeks to pry into your secrets. But if we are to devise a perfect plan, I must know your Trump Card. Even if not in detail, a general direction would be enough to give this old Daoist a clear idea and let me make plans accordingly.
"If you can contend against a Great Grandmaster in battle, then you will have many possible methods to consider and tremendous room to maneuver. But if you can only flee from beneath a Great Grandmaster's hands, the corresponding measures may be far fewer."
Beitang Xing hesitated and did not immediately reveal it. After all, anyone's Trump Card was something only they themselves could know. Once outsiders learned of it, a Trump Card would no longer be a Trump Card, and a secret would no longer be a secret.
Once it lost that unknown, mysterious aspect, no matter how powerful the force, people would find ways to target and restrain it.
Still, Old Daoist Liu was right. Since he wanted to accomplish this before Meng Zhao returned and make the Phoenix Physique his own, he had to pay a price.
For instance, if he would not even tell Old Daoist Liu his basic cards, yet expected him to help defeat Meng Zhao, was that not too demanding?
Besides,