Old Mr. Meng fixed his gaze on Wufu for a moment, then pointed at the tea cup on the table. Wufu promptly presented it, sitting alongside him on the other side of the Taishi Chair to speak.
"Girl, what do you intend to say? It's fine to speak here, but don't spread this outside." Old Mr. Meng's finger lightly tapped Wufu's forehead.
Wufu smiled faintly, "I know, Master."
"What you just said, there's nothing much to hide. Just one point: never ask a hero's origin," Old Mr. Meng remarked. "Beiyan and Nanyue have always been one family since ancient times; it's just been divided for too long. One day it will be unified again; it's just a matter of whose family it will belong to. If it turns out that the ruler of this world comes from Beiyan, it wouldn't be surprising."
"But people might think they've become a subjugated nation," Wufu replied.
