The moment Meng Zhao saw their expressions, he knew they were still living in the old environment, completely unaware that times had changed and the situation was shifting by the day—changing with astonishing speed.
"The water over there has already boiled. Let's eat and talk at the same time. Come on."
Meng Zhao tossed the snow-white fox-fur coat draped over him onto a temporary wooden rack behind the railing, then called Lü Yue and Cao Zhan over to the table.
Neither of them stood on ceremony. They quickly took seats beside the rosewood square table, tossing the ingredients they wanted to eat into the hot pot while continuing to listen to Meng Zhao's insights.
"A-Le, Cao Zhan, along with Han Pu and Zhou Hu, you two are the people I trust most. There are some things I won't hide from you. Have you ever heard the name Hui Kong, one of the Thirteen Ultimate Fierce Monks?"
Cao Zhan was at a bit of a loss. Although his grandfather had possessed remarkable fortune and encountered opportunities, achieving a leap in social standing from a mountain hunter to the founder of the small martial arts family they were today, their foundation was still lacking.
This foundation was not in martial arts, but in more intangible soft power—such as their connections, their channels of information, and even their understanding of the Jianghu Martial Arts World.
Lü Yue, on the other hand, nodded repeatedly and even mentioned several of Hui Kong's more famous deeds from back then.
"That's right. Back then, Hui Kong fought the Holy Monk of Mountaintop Temple and vanished afterward, but no one could say he had died in that battle. As long as his body has not been found, the possibility that he is still alive cannot be ruled out.