Meng Sanyi's words were truly cutting. In truth, he was implying that Li Mengqi was not qualified to discuss the Dao with Qiu Yan. Even if Li Mengqi's teacher, that old Confucian scholar who taught at the East Palace, came himself, he might not be worthy of a second glance from Qiu Yan.
Of course, this was actually a conversational tactic. Whether Qiu Yan would give him a second glance was not the point of Meng Sanyi's words. Their core was to provoke Li Mengqi and back him into a corner, leaving him with no way to step down.
By Li Mengqi's account, Qiu Yan had looked down on and insulted him, and he intended to spread the matter far and wide. But by Meng Sanyi's account, it was not nearly so simple—it meant that Li Mengqi feared Qiu Yan's two disciples and had therefore retreated.
Watching Li Mengqi's ever-changing expression, Meng Sanyi smiled and continued, "When we discuss the Dao, the result will naturally be judged by your teacher and mine. The question is, Mr. Li, do you dare?"
Li Mengqi sneered repeatedly. "Fine, fine, fine! Since you are all so wildly arrogant, I, Li, would like to see what abilities you truly possess!"
"Wrong, wrong." Meng Sanyi hurriedly shook his head. "Anyone can say that, except you, Mr. Li. Today, you came to our door seeking to discuss the Dao with my teacher. Look at the situation—is it not similar to Meng and senior brother seeking to discuss the Dao with you, Mr. Li? If we are wildly arrogant, then what are you?"
"Since Mr. Li came here to issue a challenge, naturally we will set the date, and we will await Your Excellency's arrival." As Meng Sanyi spoke, he clasped his hands. "Please tell us your temporary