"Oh?"
"So, what you mean is that we should avoid this turmoil as much as possible?"
"Preserve our strength?"
"Even use this opportunity to expand our market?"
"Or even pressure Brother Xiao?"
"Make the Endless Fire Territory surrender a portion of its market share in the medicinal pill sector?"
"I don't think I misunderstood you."
"To sum it up, that should be what you mean."
"I wonder if my understanding is correct?"
Martial Realm.
Within the Lin Residence.
The young man seated in the head seat of the main hall flipped through the documents submitted by his subordinates while listening to their occasional additions. At last, he set the documents down with an interested expression.
His fingers interlaced before him.
His gaze and expression were remarkably calm.
Yet no one dared underestimate such a calm young man.
Because his calm was not an act.
Nor was it cultivated or nurtured.
It had been fought for.
Thus, within that calmness lay an especially strong air of loneliness born from never finding defeat. Fortunately, it carried no trace of disdain.
Loneliness was the norm.
Of every hundred experts, ninety-nine were lonely.
Because they could not find opponents.
Moreover, even if they found an opponent, they could not simply walk up and start a fight without reason. That was the most basic intelligence of a normal person.
But disdain was different.
Looking down on those weaker than oneself.
That was a problem of mentality.
It required even more vigilance than loneliness. After all, inner demons were born bit by bit. If one did not strictly hold the bottom line, one would eventually be consumed by inner demons, resort to any means necessary, and ultimately walk the path of self-destruction.
To put it more plainly.
One would become an enemy of all the powerful