Though the Southern An Meng Family was not among the Nine Surnames and Thirteen Families, it was still one of the great noble clans of the age, an aristocratic family of rank and merit.
Not only did it boast experts as numerous as clouds, but within Nan'an and even throughout Ji Prefecture, it was like a local Hegemon King. Its influence was astonishing.
He had never expected that the young man who had saved him would be from the Southern An Meng Family, and what he said was indeed quite realistic.
They had risked so much to save him; naturally, they could not possibly have done so for nothing. They must have wanted something.
They had not done it because they had eaten their fill and had nothing better to do, nor because their hearts had suddenly overflowed with kindness. If he refused, it was hard to say what the outcome would be.
Moreover, this Innate Master had secretly gathered his vital energy earlier and discovered that while a force brimming with life was repairing the injuries within his body—
Another obscure aura, like a fishing net, had enveloped the Qi Meridians throughout his body, making it difficult for him to circulate his true qi.
His sinews and bones were limp, his hands and feet numb. If he had not also cultivated formidable external martial arts, he feared that even sitting up would have been difficult.
This left him both alarmed and angered. He had no idea what methods the other party had used on him; they were far too strange.
Still, he did not directly expose the fragile relationship between them. Instead, he frowned and said coldly,
"So you are from the Southern An Meng Family. No wonder you speak with such a big mouth.
"But you know nothing