Clap, clap!
Li Tianming applauded.
For a moment, the atmosphere turned subtle.
He swept a glance over Park Fengyun, Granny Park, and their supporters, then said with a smile, "The Xia Emperor surrenders, the Moon Sovereign surrenders, Feng Yuemeng surrenders. Then Great Jiang, Great Chen, and Great Lin all surrender, and the Eightfold Gods can take the Ancient Hengsha without lifting a finger."
"This is the correct course. To subdue the enemy without fighting is what displays the greatness of the Eightfold Gods. This is the ability a ruler of the universe ought to possess. Everyone knows their depth, understands their limits, and is good at weighing gains against losses. That way, war and the devastation of all living beings can be avoided," Granny Park declared righteously.
"To avoid deaths, you would hand over the realm passed down by your ancestors to others, then have your descendants kneel as slaves for generation after generation? Are you sure you truly understand how the Eightfold Gods treat the descendants of Yanhuang?" Li Tianming asked.
"Yanhuang was defeated. We follow divine miracles. These matters cannot be lumped together," Granny Park said seriously.
"Is that so? The fantasy certainly is beautiful, but I have a crucial question for you mother and son." Li Tianming raised his voice.
"Ask whatever you wish, Young Master Li." Granny Park flicked her sleeve, her face the picture of incorruptible righteousness.
"Once the Eightfold Gods arrive, you advocate for everyone in the Ancient Hengsha to surrender, correct?"
"Correct! But those mad dogs from the Tianjiu Sect don't count," Granny Park said.
"If everyone surrenders, can that prevent the destruction of the Great Xia Guixu Cavern?"
"No," Granny Park said.
"Then whose relationship with the Eightfold Gods is better—yours, or an imperial bloodline like the Xia Emperor's, whose ancestors already