Shi Hao had a flexible bottom line, and he changed his tune fast.
Meng Tianzheng shook his head at Shi Hao's form of address.
"I can only teach you one thing. Calling me your teacher would be more than I deserve."
"Besides, with Fellow Daoist Yuan here, how would I dare show off my paltry skills before a master?"
Shi Hao shook his head. "You'll impart knowledge and answer my questions. Of course you're my teacher."
"What Uncle Meng teaches me is another matter."
Shi Hao felt that having Meng Chuan teach him was already enough, given Meng Chuan's background. He needed no other teacher.
But since Meng Chuan had brought up Meng Tianzheng, there had to be a reason. Shi Hao was puzzled, but he wasn't opposed.
Hearing what Shi Hao called Meng Chuan, Meng Tianzheng shot Meng Chuan a surprised glance.
"So, Fellow Daoist, you and I share a surname."
The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands were vast. Outside one's own clan, it was rare to meet another powerful cultivator with the same surname.
Let alone one at the Supreme Realm.
"That's fate for you!" Meng Chuan said with a smile.
"It certainly is." Meng Tianzheng nodded, then turned back to Shi Hao.
"I can see you've reached the very peak of the Heavenly God Realm, perhaps even surpassed it."
"Have you made plans for the road ahead?"
"Plans?" Shi Hao thought for a moment before answering.
"Cultivate hard. I'll set myself a small goal first: reach the Supreme Realm before I turn thirty."
"..." That one sentence left Meng Tianzheng speechless.
"Reaching the Supreme Realm before thirty may be difficult," Meng Tianzheng said.
"The Supreme Realm has always had the hurdle of the Five-Hundred-Year Curse."
"No one has ever reached it before the age of five hundred."