Odds of Victory
At the Void Gate Grand Hall, during the regular meeting of the Three Branches.
Once the Ta'a Sect Master finished speaking, the Void Gate Sect Master was somewhat taken aback.
He had never imagined that someone would be rushing to stuff people into Mo Hua's team.
"I'm afraid... that wouldn't be very appropriate, would it..." the Void Gate Sect Master said with a frown.
That would only make the plan more chaotic.
More importantly, he did not know what Mo Hua thought.
If Mo Hua had already finalized his team and filled every spot, forcing someone in might make Mo Hua unhappy.
Mo Hua had always been methodical in what he did, and he had Ancestors backing him.
Even as Sect Master, when making decisions, he occasionally had to take Mo Hua's feelings into account.
Yet the Ta'a Sect Master insisted firmly:
"This is my only condition. If you agree, my Ta'a Branch will have no further objections. You can call the shots for the Sword Discussion Assembly."
"The Three Branches are now joined as one—one prospers, all prosper; one suffers, all suffer."
"How could the sword discussion have no disciples from my Ta'a Mountain?"
Mo Hua himself was not the issue. The key was Linghu Xiao.
He was the sole remaining peerless genius among the three branches of Void Gate. No matter what, they had to stuff a disciple of Ta'a Gate into this team.
Only then would they truly be grasshoppers tied to the same rope.
They had to be bound together, dead or alive.
The Void Gate Sect Master fell silent. After pondering for a moment, he slowly said, "This matter... I will consider it."
"Of course."
The Ta'a Sect Master did not press him.
A matter like the sword discussion naturally had to