"Tell whatever you prefer—truth or lies. But the martial arts you practice should be from Great Zen Temple. That much you can't hide from me." Hong Yi raised his head and looked at the old man.
Hearing this, Hong Yi believed Shen Tianyang a little more. But since Shen Tianyang had wounded constables and fled, he was a fugitive with crimes hanging over him. It would not be easy to settle the aftermath.
"Your identities probably won't allow you to remain in Yujing. This matter is simply too grave," Hong Yi said.
Once the tower-like burly man saw Hong Yi settle into his seat, he hurriedly spoke. He was not some reckless brute with strong limbs and a simple mind; he had recognized Hong Yi's identity.
Hong Yi had initially seen that these three had decent martial skills and backbone. Since no one would be left to manage the household after he moved out, they would have been good candidates. But now he hesitated.
"Sharp eyes!" The old man looked Hong Yi up and down. "It is said that the Dagan Empire has two great Martial Saints. The first is Marquis Wuwen, the benefactor's father; the second is Prince Shenwei. Benefactor, you have inherited Marquis Wuwen's legacy, to see the origins of this old man's martial arts at a glance."
"Xiao Mu's surname is Yuwen? A compound surname? That is a prominent surname in Yunmeng Kingdom. Only the barbarians of Yunmeng have compound surnames like Yuwen, Murong, and Ouyang. Could Xiao Mu be from Yunmeng Kingdom?" Hong Yi looked toward the little girl bustling about the courtyard, stir-frying vegetables.
"Xiao Mu is from Yunmeng Kingdom. While we were on the road, we happened to see her being carried by a Yunmeng warrior, with people pursuing and trying to kill them,