Night had fallen. Inside an inconspicuous little residence in the prefectural city, lamps hung high on both sides of the main hall, illuminating the room.
Sun Chuanshan's face twisted like a bitter melon. He wiped the cold sweat from his temples, looking as though he was one step away from kneeling before Meng Zhao and begging for mercy.
"Lord Meng, I only just managed to muddle through the matter with my cousin a few days ago, and now you're stuffing another beggar into my place. I really can't bear this. How about you send him somewhere else?"
This residence was a property Sun Chuanshan had purchased himself. Very few people knew of it. Though he stayed here only a handful of times each year, he had told Meng Zhao about it to make it easier for them to stay in contact.
The result was that Meng Zhao had brought him a huge problem—the beggar Lü Yue had carried on his back, covered in blood and reeking so badly that Sun Chuanshan had nearly vomited up his dinner.
It was utterly absurd. Sun Chuanshan simply could not imagine how someone like Meng Zhao had become involved with such a lowly beggar. From the looks of it, Meng Zhao even intended to leave the man here to recover.
By now, that Innate Master had taken the medicine Lü Yue had brought to treat internal injuries. It had been prepared by the divine physicians of Meng Mansion and was remarkably effective. He should awaken before long.
Meng Zhao sat upright and composed in the seat of honor in the hall. Facing Sun Chuanshan's complaints, he calmly took a sip of tea and shook his head.
"A beggar? Brother Sun, this man's identity is anything but simple. If he were uninjured and in perfect