Ming Tianyan nodded lightly. "Whenever there is war, with battles raging at the front, the greatest fear is chaos breaking out in the rear. Given the Confucian School's usual nature, they would hardly want your Military School to proceed too smoothly. So stripping them of their halo of orthodoxy and knocking them down from their altar would indeed help keep the war situation from being disturbed. What is the second reason?"
"The second reason..." Lin Su sat down beside the tea table and lifted his cup. "The second reason is that I'm forcing them into a desperate gamble—a grand showdown!"
"A grand showdown?" Ming Tianyan's heart skipped.
Lin Su smiled faintly. "Precisely."
"A grand showdown... a grand showdown... Has it truly reached the point of a grand showdown already?"
Lin Su took a sip of tea. "What do you think?"
Ming Tianyan slowly raised her gaze. Light shimmered hazily in her eyes...
Among Sages, there was rarely any final rupture.
Among Sages, there were seldom direct clashes.
Grand showdowns were even rarer.
But nothing was absolute. There had been no grand showdown in the past because there had been no need for one, because matters had been far from the point where Sages needed to clash through force.
But what about now?
The current situation had undergone a fundamental change.
The Military Sage's camp had gained too many people: the Game Sage, Dao Sage, Yin Yang Sage, Agricultural Sage, and Mohist Sage. Those were five Sages whose positions could be confirmed. There were another three Sages whose leanings were not obvious, but who could clearly be won over. Which three? The Name Sage, History Sage, and Medical Sage.
This situation had been displayed with utmost clarity when Zhang Weikong contended for the position of Palace Master.
Everyone knew that if