Meng Chao's heart stirred. "Since you've already seen your own problems clearly, why can't you turn back?
"If you really are as you say—'only after wealth, not lives'—and haven't taken things to the bitter end, then it's not too late to turn back now!"
Gao Chuang narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Old friend, are you hinting that I should defect to the Blue Alliance?"
"I only hope that you, and all Transcendents, can do the right thing."
Meng Chao said, "I'm not sure whether the Blue Alliance truly stands on the right side, nor do I know exactly how wrong the Nine Super Enterprises have become. But from what I've seen and heard, I can be certain that a small portion of the Nine Great Cultivation Families set foot on the wrong road long ago.
"If they are allowed to go farther and farther astray, sink deeper and deeper, and pile mistake upon mistake, then in the end, not only will they play with fire and burn themselves, bringing about their own destruction, they will drag all of Dragon City down with them, burying it alongside their ambition, greed, and stupidity.
"Even if only for yourself and your family, you should not continue making mistakes alongside those people who have written the word 'death' across their foreheads."
Every muscle on Gao Chuang's face twitched, every expression struggled, and every flicker in his gaze tangled with conflict.
"You won't succeed."
Gao Chuang shook his head. "No matter how tremendous your momentum has been lately, how much support you have won on the surface, or how many seats you occupy in the Survival Committee, you have always had one fatal flaw.
"Compared to the Nine Great Cultivation Families, who have painstakingly operated Dragon City for a full thirty years and seized