Yes, Xie Jun's impression of Meng Zhao was still limited to him being rude and arrogant, rather than deliberately targeting Xie Wanzhi.
After all, he had specifically asked Lü Yue to invite his own master to Lingwu City to lend a hand. It was impossible for him to throw himself into disarray before they had even made a move, wasn't it?
Thus, he believed that Meng Zhao had simply been placed on too high a pedestal. Having lived too long amid the pursuit and praise of others, he had lost himself. That was why he treated people and matters alike with such excessive arrogance and self-absorption, paying little heed to how others felt.
That was how he could do such a thing. He had truly gotten carried away.
Xie Jun also accepted this speculation. Damn it, with Meng Zhao's martial arts, reputation, and achievements, if it were him, he might have been even more carried away than Meng Zhao. So what if the man acted a little proud?
It was just that he himself was the one being looked down on, which made it somewhat hard to accept and threw his state of mind off balance.
Setting those factors aside, Xie Jun did not bear much ill will toward Meng Zhao. This world had always been one where the strong devoured the weak. Meng Zhao was strong enough, so he could do whatever he wanted without caring what others thought. Perhaps that was also a manifestation of reverence for strength.
Lü Yue shook his head.
"Brother Xie, I know you're angry, but don't be angry just yet. Listen to me.
"My young master is not ignorant of propriety, nor is he an arrogant and conceited man. There are truly some hidden circumstances here, and this was also a special warning