Gu Yu's obvious lack of objection was not out of consideration for him; he must have some ulterior motive.
After all, the two sides had previously fought to the death. The Tianli Sect had suffered tremendous losses. Even Ling Cangyan, the master of Taichu Peak, had fallen. Every peak had lost great numbers of people—senior and junior brothers, even family members. This enmity had already been forged.
If he completely let the Nine Great Alliances off, many people in the Tianli Sect would probably object.
Even Taichu Peak itself would be dissatisfied.
This was surely what Gu Yu wanted to see. He was probably waiting to see him make a mistake, then add fuel to the flames and leave him humiliated.
But if he dealt with them, how should he do it? Too lightly would not do, yet too harshly would not do either.
How could he find a suitable path—one that turned the Nine Great Alliances into help rather than a burden, while also finding them a way to survive?
Fang Mo stood by the porthole, his gaze fixed on the prisoner camp below.
Though night had already fallen, a sweep of his Primordial Spirit allowed him to find many familiar faces in the camp.
He saw Long Jianzhang, Luo Yuan, Xiong Ji, Guan Yang, and the others. He also saw Aruna of the Domey Alliance, Mojina of the Duobimo Alliance, as well as Fiji, Avelia, and others.
"Glaireo?"
Fang Mo raised his brows. He spotted an old acquaintance among the crowd.
However, his expression merely stirred slightly. Glaireo was now only a Great Grandmaster. Forget catching up to him—even Luo Jiangyan and the others had long since left him a thousand miles behind.
He also saw He Xubai, and could not help shaking his head with a smile.