"Because making a move now would be an extremely money-losing deal."
Zhou Ming looked at Hongyun and spoke.
"Fellow Daoist, you might as well think it through carefully."
"Right now is when the internal strife between the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun is at its fiercest. They are restraining each other, devouring each other."
"Between the two of them, it truly is a matter of you die or I live."
"But don't forget, they both have a common enemy, and that is us, the Witch Clan."
"If we were to rashly interfere, search for Zixiao Palace's whereabouts, or even charge straight to their door..."
"What do you think their reaction would be?"
Hongyun froze, the killing intent in his heart instantly pressed down by those few words.
The Heavenly Dao and Hongjun were both old foxes of deep schemes and careful calculations.
Faced with an external invasion, faced with the crisis of complete destruction...
"They would... cast aside past grievances?" Hongyun asked hesitantly.
Zhou Ming nodded.
"Correct."
"External pressure is the best catalyst for making sworn enemies form an alliance."
"Before they have truly decided a victor, before they have driven each other into a desperate corner, our rash interference would only make us cut our feet to fit the shoes and ruin things instead."
"They would absolutely stop their internal strife at once and join forces to deal with us first."
"An incomplete Heavenly Dao plus a heavily injured Hongjun is indeed nothing to fear."
"But if they truly cast aside past grievances and counterattacked together, it would create a lot of unnecessary trouble."
Houtu listened from the side and nodded lightly.
Hongyun was silent for a moment.
"But simply leaving them to fight it out like this still feels far too much of a pity."
"This is a once-in-a-thousand-years