Tu Liang was immensely pleased to hear Zhu Kuan's praise. Stroking his beard, he felt as though he were pointing at rivers and mountains, sweeping aside the age with bold abandon. He continued,
"Heh, Old Zhu, you must have heard the old saying too: danger often walks hand in hand with opportunity. Haven't you considered that although following Hell Path this time may have offended Meng Zhao, it has also tied us to him.
As for whether that tie is good or bad, that depends entirely on your and my methods and determination!"
The stifling breath in Zhu Kuan's chest had already eased, and his heart had begun to feel lighter. But upon suddenly hearing Tu Liang's words, his heart stirred. The two jade egg-stones in his hand stopped rolling with a crack. He said,
"Brother Tu, you are a wise man. What you think and what you see are both farther-reaching than mine. Explain the intricacies to me in detail."
In Zhu Kuan's view, being willing to pay a price and making it safely through this disaster was already a blessing from Heaven. Yet Tu Liang was talking about danger bringing opportunity. Could it be that following Hell Path's scheme to rescue Wu Huaien was actually a good thing?
Still, whenever he recalled Meng Zhao displaying unparalleled martial power, conjuring two heaven-supporting giant hands that descended from the skies and razed both the Pudu Cult branch altar and Sui Han Sect to the ground, leaving not a blade of grass behind, he could not help but shudder. He violently shook his head, trying to cast out the absurd thought from his mind.
Impossible, absolutely impossible. One careless misstep would end with his entire clan annihilated. What opportunity could there possibly be?
Seeing Zhu Kuan first grow tempted, then despondent,