An expert's touch is unmistakable. If Wang Meng was truly from the Holy Hall, he would have to be the Senior of Thunderlight Hall; he certainly wouldn't be just some run-of-the-mill disciple.
Holy Hall Disciples were a dime a dozen, wandering the Small Thousand World. Anyone could borrow the title for a spin, and for "free" at that. If other Sects caught an imposter, they would never let them go, but the Holy Hall generally didn't bother.
Wang Meng shrugged helplessly. "Why is it that no one ever believes me when I'm telling the truth?"
"Allow me to test your skills."
Chen Peng drew his sword and locked onto Wang Meng. His skill was clearly on a different level from the previous few Evil Spirit Hall disciples.
