Kui Gang presented Meng Zhao with a generous gift the moment they met. Everyone present could see the goodwill behind it, and each harbored different thoughts. Still, there was no furtive concealment—everything was open and aboveboard, revealing a frank and magnanimous heart.
Meng Zhao naturally understood the elegant meaning behind the melody. This man was not only a hall master of the Lingxu Cult, but also possessed connections and talent. In the future, he might become a powerful figure ruling over a region. It would naturally be best if they could become acquainted, so he did not refuse and said happily,
"Then many thanks, Hall Master Kui."
At this point, Li Li turned his gaze to Song Zhiwen and asked curiously,
"Brother Kui, who is this promising young man?"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce him. This is Song Zhiwen, son of the Song Family in the city. Though his reputation is not widely known, he is still an outstanding talent of this generation. At such a young age, he has already attained the Innate Martial Dao.
When we met earlier, he wished to come and make the acquaintance of Young Master Meng, whose name has recently risen to prominence in the city."
At first, Kui Gang introduced Song Zhiwen to the three with great cheer and friendliness, hoping to draw him into this small circle. After all, they were all heavyweights, while Song Zhiwen alone was a fledgling newcomer. He still needed guidance from his seniors.
However, the moment he spoke the name Song Zhiwen, the expressions of Meng Zhao and the other two changed instantly. Their faces darkened, turning far colder. Even Zhai Hao, the most reserved among them, had a deep and unfriendly gaze as he looked at Song Zhiwen, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.
Kui Gang's