As a member of the Eight Great Families, Zhang Gaqi naturally knew how deep their reserves ran. Trying to topple the Eight Great Families single-handedly was nothing short of a pipe dream.
But what about Zhang Chen?
He was a Twelfth Order powerhouse, the highest level this world could accommodate. Why would he fear the Eight Great Families? No matter how deep their reserves ran, they would have to clash before anyone could tell who was stronger.
The Eight Great Families commanded enormous power, but was he alone and without support?
Was all his cultivation made of paper?
Still, he appreciated Zhang Gaqi's concern for him. But asking him to retreat? He would never agree.
Seeing Zhang Chen's stubborn expression, Zhang Gaqi turned to Xie Lingyun. "Commander Xie, you know how deep the Eight Great Families' reserves run. Hurry and talk some sense into him."
"Talk some sense into him?" Xie Lingyun raised her head and glanced at Zhang Chen. "He's like a stubborn mule. How could I possibly persuade him? You're his own uncle, and even you can't persuade him. How am I supposed to?"
"You should know how deep the Eight Great Families' reserves run. Even the Great Victory Royal Family doesn't dare act rashly. All the more reason for you to persuade him to stop. He has the ability now to live well wherever he goes. Wouldn't it be better to find somewhere no one can disturb him, marry, have children, and live out his life in peace? Let the older generation's love and hatred stay in the past. Why keep passing down the hatred and karmic entanglements?" Zhang Gaqi looked at Xie Lingyun, feeling that she was being thoroughly unfair. After all, if she were willing to help him persuade Zhang Chen, their chances of success