Meng Zhao's words not only made some people reconsider and stop believing Kang Youde, but also left others slack-jawed, staring at Meng Zhao in disbelief.
Zhao Hun, Kang Youde, and even Fu Ning and Fu Zeguang, who had already decided that he was Meng Zhao, were among them. Meng Zhao's self-deprecating words had utterly overturned their understanding of him. They could only describe him as shameless beyond compare.
Meanwhile, Gu Sinan, Yun Fei, Zheng Que, and the others felt that Meng Zhao truly remained unruffled by favor or disgrace, conducting himself unlike ordinary men.
The three Grandmasters exchanged looks. The Palace Master sighed and transmitted his voice to the other two.
"What a Meng Zhao. Thick-skinned and black-hearted indeed—he will even speak ill of himself to make his words more convincing. Truly remarkable. What a pity he is not one of our kind."
Thick-skinned and black-hearted sounded derogatory, but it was in fact praise. In these times, honest men and upright gentlemen were easily made to suffer setbacks. Only a temperament that could bend and stretch could accomplish great things.
If Meng Zhao had previously displayed only his extraordinary martial talent, then now, a glimpse of his ability to conduct himself in the world was also revealed. He possessed something of a ruthless, heroic nature.
Grandmaster Qiao did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he also let out a breath of relief. Since Meng Zhao could do this, and with him present as well, there would not be much danger in today's situation.
While secretly cursing Meng Zhao, Kang Youde also found the matter troublesome. He could only say forcefully,
"What a Dragon King—truly quick-witted. But you may deceive others, not me.
"Everyone, hear me out. Meng Zhao has had another encounter and does not practice the Meng