Bai Yi had learned its form, but not its force.
When telling a story, you had to do it when the other party was smug and certain everything was in their grasp. That way, they would think you were just a clown making wise remarks after the fact.
Right now, the Huang Clan was facing a crisis of life and death. How could they still listen to you play at profundity?
Huang Qiusheng waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, and said in a low voice, "Brat, this Dao Lord will give you one last chance. Get to the point!"
"Yes, Senior Huang. Right now, there are three paths placed before you. The first is to open the city to Nine Dust Hall and surrender..."
"(O_o) What?" As soon as these words came out, someone immediately could not sit still.
Surrendering and submitting was impossible, impossible in this lifetime!
The last city lord who had surrendered seemed to be Linxiang City's. It was said that the city lord was still imprisoned even now.
It could be seen that surrendering did not bring any sweet fruit to eat either.
Rather than become a prisoner beneath the steps, they might as well fight with everything they had. The ancestral foundation could not be abandoned!
"Keep talking!"
"The second path is to quietly wait for the immortal race's reinforcements. Now that Anqiu Immortal City has already fallen, even if the immortal race's people arrive at Immortal Sea Summit now, they can only advance slowly from west to east. The Huang Clan will still have no road to take..."
"Then what is the third path?" Huang Qiusheng asked doubtfully.
From the look of it, Bai Yi had specifically been laying the groundwork for the third path.
"Ahem! The third path is naturally to