Though both men had their doubts, neither Yu Yuanzhen nor Yu Yuancian spoke to ask about them. They were dependent on others now; if they questioned everything, it would feel like they were overstepping their place.
Seeing everyone fall silent, Zhao Xuan raised his brows and asked, "So, Uncle Ning, what do you plan to do now?"
After Zhao Xuan spoke, everyone in the room turned to Ning Fengzhi. Ning Fengzhi first glanced at Yu Yuanzhen before facing Zhao Xuan. "This is what I have in mind."
"I intend to deepen our cooperation with the royal family. With the remaining Soul Masters of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, we will form an integrated Soul Master force. Rather than fighting separately, we will pool our strength and face this together."
"Of our two clans, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect all possess Support System martial souls and lack combat power. Even counting the affiliated outer disciples, our numbers are ultimately too small. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has suffered a devastating blow as well, with few elite disciples left. Combined, the warriors of our two clans number fewer than six thousand."
"If we do not unite, Spirit Hall will sooner or later defeat us one by one. Only by banding together can we survive, and only then will we have a chance to strike back. What do you two heads of the clans think?"
Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Yuancian exchanged a glance, each seeing the helplessness in the other's eyes.
Ning Fengzhi was right, but this would also divide the authority in their hands. Although the disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan were loyal to their clan, being controlled by others was still a bitter feeling.
But at this moment, they had no other choice. The decline of