"Cult Master, I want to know—what is your real plan?" Watching the others file out, Ye Zhen dismissed the guards as well. Only when Jian Qianxiong and Wu Ying, hidden in the shadows, remained in the hall did Ye Zhen finally ask.
"As expected, I couldn't hide the real plan from you!"
Jian Qianxiong gave a bitter smile before speaking. "Even now, I am still deeply conflicted. I have yet to make a final decision!"
"A final decision? So the Cult Master has more than one plan?" Ye Zhen asked.
"The first plan is simple: deal with each move as it comes. After the Divine Sacrifice, Wu Ying and I will certainly recover our cultivation. With the sect-protecting grand formation, we can stand against the allied army that is about to arrive.
"At the same time, I will send envoys to the Heavenly Net Sect and Qingyun Fort, lay out the stakes, and persuade them to withdraw from the allied army," Jian Qianxiong said.
"Persuade the Heavenly Net Sect and Qingyun Fort?"
"Cult Master, I'm afraid that will be difficult—perhaps outright impossible.
"Both the Heavenly Net Sect and Qingyun Fort have already clearly felt the threat our Sun Moon Divine Cult poses to them. So long as they are thinking straight, they will certainly join the allied army to wipe out our Sun Moon Divine Cult," Ye Zhen said.
Only now did Ye Zhen realize just how great the impact of his destruction of the Myriad Stars Tower had been.
The five great powers of Qinglan Martial Capital had existed for so long. Though they fought constantly, they had always maintained a balance of coexistence.
In their struggles, every faction had victories and defeats. One rose while another fell; one waxed strong while another waned weak. Yet the five great