Mountain Lord was even more satisfied with Lü Yue's attitude. After thinking for a moment, he said,
"If you pass my second test, I will teach you a martial art—a profoundly esoteric art that only Gods and Devils can truly master."
The moment this grand promise was laid out, Lü Yue's eyes brightened. Though he did not lack profound martial arts, an art that only Gods and Devils could master held tremendous allure. Perhaps one day, it could even add bricks and tiles to his Young Master's path to supremacy.
That was right. In Lü Yue's heart, teaching him was no different from teaching Meng Zhao.
Of course, he disdained deceiving Mountain Lord, so he frankly said,
"It would naturally be this junior's honor for Senior Mountain Lord to impart such a divine art and wondrous formula. However, afterward, I will pass this art on to Young Master. If Senior Mountain Lord does not approve, then I will not learn it."
Mountain Lord froze, somewhat astonished.
"Do you not understand what I mean? What I would teach you is a martial art that can play an immense role even in the Divine Demon Realm. You are simply going to be so generous? Meng Zhao has not said a word, yet you are offering it up yourself?"
This was what Mountain Lord understood least, and it was also the point he found most displeasing about Lü Yue. Lü Yue seemed to care too much about Meng Zhao, placing Meng Zhao above all else. That was both a good thing and a bad thing.
It was good because Lü Yue was utterly loyal to Meng Zhao. In the future, he would certainly receive immense rewards and preferential treatment from Meng Zhao, and his prospects would be boundless.
The bad side was simple