Perhaps the words Mei Wangsheng had spoken were simply too weighty, or maybe the inferior liquor he had consumed that day packed a powerful delayed punch, because Yuchi Jie found himself somewhat bewildered for a moment. Mei Wangsheng maintained his posture of respect and said solemnly,
"Last year, General Li Qidao made a visit to Wanling and showed me the Young Marshal's portrait, instructing me to wait patiently in Wanling City until we would meet. And indeed, today I have truly met the Young Marshal. General Li Qidao commanded that in front of outsiders I should not reveal the Young Marshal's identity, which is why I did not pay my respects earlier. Please forgive me, Young Marshal."
With that, he gave another deep bow.
By this time, Yuchi Jie had collected his thoughts and, looking at Wang Anfeng, his lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing. Instead, he stood to one side, internally coming to grips with the situation.
