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Wei Qi's face twitched. He found the whole matter utterly absurd. How could the Palace Master tolerate Meng Zhao?

If it were him, upon encountering someone with such sinister intentions, he would seize them at once, interrogate them thoroughly, then cleanly dispose of them. But the Palace Master was clearly not his kind of person; his breadth of mind and bearing were wholly different.

Yet this man used an unreadable tone and expression to ask whether he was surprised, whether he was happy. What could he do? He could only pinch his nose and force out a smile.

"Not surprised. In fact, I'm quite happy. This precisely shows that Master's strength is overwhelming and his fortune astonishing—turning disaster into blessing whenever danger arose."

Wei Qi's words were certainly groveling flattery toward Meng Zhao. He did not want to invite trouble for himself through a moment of verbal carelessness. But there was no denying that they also contained a measure of sincerity.

First, Meng Zhao's martial arts, strength, talent, temperament, methods, and so on—during the time Wei Qi had been subdued and served him like a horse before the saddle and a servant after it, he had gained a general understanding of them. Beneath his hatred was also admiration; there was no doubting that.

Second was Meng Zhao's fortune—or luck, as it could also be called. It truly was quite good. On the journey from Lingwu City to Kun'nan, he had reaped no small number of benefits, even attaining enlightenment once. Now that his identity had been exposed, he was still safe and sound, and might even gain the Palace Master's appreciation. Where was the justice in that?

Yes, since the Palace Master had noticed that Wei Qi and Meng Zhao were plotting against the Heaven Swallowing Dao Child and intended