Although Xie Jun held Meng Zhao in great respect, even bordering on worship, his loyalty to Xie Wanzhi ran deeper.
There were some matters he would not conceal, but there were others he would never reveal, for that would be a betrayal of Xie Wanzhi.
Yet just as he intended to gloss over certain questions, it felt as though something struck his mind. Everything turned muddled and hazy, and he sank wholly into a hallucinatory trance. He had no idea how long it lasted before he finally recovered.
Cold sweat immediately streamed down his body. He sprang from his chair and looked at Meng Zhao, who still reclined half-upright on the couch as Maidservant attended him. There was fury in his eyes, mixed with fear and helplessness. At last, he said,
"Dragon King Meng, your Unrivaled Divine Skill is peerless and your martial arts are profound. Why use such methods on a nobody like me? Would that not force me into disloyalty and unfiliality?"
He truly had not expected Meng Zhao to deal with him so cleanly and decisively, without the slightest warning. Had he known this would happen, he would never have rashly followed Lü Yue into Meng Family Village. Was this not walking straight into the tiger's jaws like a sheep?
As for what had just happened, though only vague fragments remained in his memory, he still knew that he had said everything—both what he should have said and what he should not have said.
Meng Zhao gave no response to Xie Jun's grief and indignation. He merely said calmly,
"Methods? What methods? I asked you a few questions just now, but you did not answer a single one. Have you been traveling for days without enough rest, leaving your mind somewhat muddled?"
That left Xie Jun utterly