Ma Shaokang had actually concealed some things in what he had just said. He had only revealed the matter of Ma Tianyi and Zhao Zhen, because he himself did not know who exactly stood behind the two, nor what kind of strength and background they possessed.
Besides, Shanhua's Grandfather might not be willing to face such a powerful foe. What if, upon learning there was also a hidden mastermind behind them, he became unwilling to take him in?
But what Ma Shaokang had not expected was that Shanhua's Grandfather had actually met his father, Ma Ruzhen, and even knew the extent of his martial attainments.
First, joy rose in his heart. Though they could not exactly be called old acquaintances, they could still count as such. They knew each other's names, had met, and had spoken before—that was enough. It could serve as a bridge, a path toward establishing a connection.
Then came alarm. He feared that his deliberate concealment would anger the other man and make Shanhua's Grandfather think he harbored some ulterior motive.
Thus, in that brief instant, Ma Shaokang weighed all the pros and cons before saying with a bitter smile,
"Ma Tianyi and Zhao Zhen alone were naturally no match for my father. But behind them stood an unknown expert, perhaps even an unknown force. I only learned from the two of them that my father was not killed by their own hands, but by the person behind them.
"I simply do not know who that person is, nor how high their martial arts have reached."
Ma Shaokang's words were steeped in bitterness. In truth, had Ma Tianyi and Zhao Zhen not been so arrogant, they would never have leaked any such secret. All one could say was that people had to keep their mouths shut.