Tong Ming understood.
Only Niu Youdao's death could shatter the balance of power in Southern Prefecture. Whether it was wartime, whether it would affect Yan Kingdom's immense interests in Zhao Kingdom—none of that mattered. What mattered was that the three great sects could not allow the war in Zhao Kingdom and turmoil within Yan Kingdom to erupt at the same time.
As long as Niu Youdao died, as long as it had happened, as long as the rice was cooked, the three great sects would have no choice but to face that situation.
Once Niu Youdao died and the forces in Southern Prefecture descended into chaos, the three great sects would need a stable rear. They would join forces to clean up and bring Southern Prefecture's unrest under control. They would no longer oppose the Imperial Court, and naturally, the responsibility they had to answer for, both internally and externally, would be borne by the dead man, Niu Youdao.
The attack on the imperial palace, the casualties among the three great sects' disciples, and the killing of the Six Kingdoms' delegation members could all be pinned on Niu Youdao.
Given the current situation among the nations, with their interests tying their hands, none of them could do anything to Yan Kingdom. As long as an explanation could be given, the matter would naturally fade away with time.
"Yes!" Tong Ming answered and ran off.
By the time Tong Ming returned to report, Tong Mo had calmed down. He slowly sat down. "Make arrangements at home. Taking too many people would be inappropriate and draw too much attention. Have the direct line leave the city first and hide in the place we prepared. If this matter passes, let them return. If I do not contact them again, have them conceal their