Meng Qi weaved his way through the boisterous crowd that occupied the banks of Lake Xiaonan. His appearance had been changed once more, "detaching" himself from the matter of his reunion with his subsidiaries.
This was the vicinity of the ancestral seat of the Wang Clan of Jiangdong. Considering that he had once encountered Wang Siyuan in this area, he would not be so rash as to allow anyone know that he had met Yuanyang and his other subsidiaries here.
His thoughts wandered back to the letter that informed him of Wang Siyuan's venture into the secret passage of the rear mountain of the Shaolin Temple. Meng Qi decided not to dwell on the matter anymore. What could he do, after all? Could he incite a conflict against the Wang Clan of Jiangdong that had weathered the decay of time and endured the trials beset upon it? The best he could do was to inform the Primogenitor Lingbao, Master Lu, and Abbot Kong Wen. Only they wielded the power to make something out of it!
