After Mo Li realized Shen Zhihang and Li Ao would be difficult to persuade, disappointment and frustration left him with no desire to continue exchanging empty courtesies with them. He hastily added a few more words, then dismissed them.
Li Ao and Shen Zhihang did not mind. After leaving Mo Li's main tent, they walked on for some distance and, seeing no one around them—
Shen Zhihang glanced at Li Ao and said evenly,
"General Li, what Mo Li said today may not necessarily be a bad option. I think Young Master is a man of immense ambition, not one who will rest content, and his view of the Divine Might Army is likely no different from Commander Bai's.
I fear we will never escape the identity of the Rebel Army. If we are not Commander Bai's blade, then we will be Young Master's blade.
Why not first placate Mo Li? It would give us one more path to take!"
Anyone who put all their eggs in one basket was foolish, and fatally so. Clever people often placed their bets on several sides to ensure themselves a way out, lest they ultimately find themselves with no road left to walk.
Though, judging from reality, Commander Bai's prospects were absolutely inferior to Meng Zhao's. If the two truly rebelled, Shen Zhihang also believed Meng Zhao's chances of success were far greater than Commander Bai's. Still, there was no harm in preserving a bit of goodwill. Perhaps there would truly come a day when they could place bets on both sides.
But Li Ao merely gave a cold laugh and shook his head.
"Since Brother Shen has such intentions, why do you not make that choice yourself?"
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