"Dragon King Meng should know of the grudge between Monk Huikong and me, shouldn't you?"
Meng Zhao nodded and said casually,
"Of course. Even if I did not know before, when Great Grandmaster Xie returned to the martial world, his name was like thunder in my ears. I learned everything clearly."
"Then Dragon King Meng should also know that Monk Huikong must hate me to the bone. Since you have ties with Monk Huikong, could it be that you joined forces to lure me here from Liang Prefecture in order to take revenge?"
Though Xie Wanzhi's tone was mild, streaks of treasure light, brilliant as stars, rose within his body—pure and refined, shimmering in flowing radiance. Though concealed beneath his skin, they contained the force of raging seas and shattering stones, ready to strike Meng Zhao at any moment.
Meng Zhao shook his head and gave Xie Wanzhi a reassuring look.
"Great Grandmaster Xie is overthinking it. If I truly intended revenge, the one who sought out Hidden Dragon Valley would not have been Lü Yue, but Huikong."
Hm, that made sense. Since Meng Zhao had been able to investigate him and find where he lived in seclusion, if he had tipped Huikong off, Monk Huikong would surely have known everything as well.
Yet Meng Zhao had still invited him to Lingwu City. It seemed this truly had nothing to do with Monk Huikong, and Xie Wanzhi finally let out a genuine breath of relief. At least he would not keep suspecting this and that until he drove himself into a nervous wreck.
"Then has Dragon King Meng never considered using me to curry favor with Monk Huikong?"
Although Xie Wanzhi had temporarily relaxed, he had not completely let down his guard. As long as Huikong existed, he remained an