Li Jing Tian feared Meng Zhao more than he was loyal to him. He had witnessed every step of how Meng Zhao had risen from a youngster in the Meng Family with no real power or influence to his present position. He understood even more clearly that, so long as Meng Zhao did not die, his future prospects would be limitless. Because he understood, he feared.
Meng Jizu's two sons could never possibly be a match for Meng Zhao. Even whether Meng Jizu, stripped of the Meng Family's mantle, could still serve as Meng Zhao's opponent was open to question.
Thus, after hearing Meng Zhao's cordial concern, Li Jing Tian was both startled and delighted. He hurriedly replied,
"Young Master, you flatter me. Things have been going quite smoothly for me in Kunnan Prefecture City, and that is all thanks to your support from behind the scenes."
As he spoke, he took the initiative to describe the people he had come into contact with in Kunnan Prefecture City over recent days, the friends he had made, and the connections and resources he had gained. As for mundane things like gold and silver, he only mentioned them in passing.
For someone of Meng Zhao's status, position, and standing, having more or less money did not make any fundamental difference. What mattered were resources and influence—broad terms that could naturally include money as well.
Though Meng Zhao intended to have Li Jing Tian work for him, he remained very quiet and patiently listened as Li Jing Tian explained the situation.
Generally speaking, the power structure in Kunnan Prefecture City that Li Jing Tian described was not too different from what Meng Zhao had learned during his earlier visit. There were merely some discrepancies in the finer details, which did not matter much.