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Even without the illustrious background behind Meng Zhao, his personal mastery of the martial arts alone was enough to see the Chen Family mother and son safely through this ordeal.

No wonder he had dared speak such bold words. No, they were not wild boasts, but heroic confidence.

Courage without backing was madness; courage with backing was grandeur.

"Hehe, Young Master, you may not know this, but quite a few people in the martial world now rank you alongside that young master of the Jinling Shen Family, calling you Southern Shen, Northern Meng. You are both regarded as the foremost brilliant talents among the younger generation of great aristocratic clans, outstanding heroes of the martial world today.

In the prefectures, commanderies, and counties around Lingwu City, how many people have not heard your great name?

Before, this lowly one only knew that Young Master's status was extraordinary. I never knew you had such a background."

Seeing that the lame old man remained silent by the doorway, Zhang Dun hurriedly put to use the silver tongue he had honed while working as a waiter and showered Meng Zhao with praise.

Southern Shen, Northern Meng—it did have something of that Southern Murong, Northern Qiao Feng flavor. More importantly, it sounded far grander than that bumpkin Dragon King title. Meng Zhao's expression improved as well; he nodded slightly and even smiled at Zhang Dun.

This put the waiter, who had only recently lost his job, greatly at ease. He immediately began considering how he could better ingratiate himself with Meng Zhao in the days to come.

Ignoring Zhang Dun, Meng Zhao turned once more to the Chen Family mother and son and asked,

"This is my identity. I have concealed nothing. I wonder what Madam Shen and young master Shen think?"

Naturally, he