Of course, temptation was temptation, but asking these outstanding figures to step forward and grovel, to seek refuge, was absolutely impossible. Since the Sheji Cauldron and the Hidden Dragon Vein concerned the status of ascending the mountains and rivers, how could they not make plans of their own? Even if there was only a one-in-ten-million chance, they would never give up.
It was like modern people buying lottery tickets. Even knowing that the odds of winning were tiny, tiny, lottery buyers still came one after another, because who could say that the next winner could not be themselves?
In the end, they still harbored hopes in their hearts. But that was only human nature. There were people with no hopes, people who simply lay flat, but very few.
Compared to the others, Mu Yi was also tremendously stirred. He knew nothing whatsoever about this matter of status, only that the Sheji Cauldron concerned the great mission of reviving the Yang Family and had to be obtained.
He was also highly rational. He did not become dizzy with excitement or get so thoroughly fooled that he lost all sense of direction. Instead, he said coldly,
"What you have said is indeed very enticing. Even I know nothing of this so-called fate of ascending the mountains and rivers. But you still cannot explain the coincidence—or rather, the conspiracy—of Monk Cheng Kong, you, me, and even all these people gathering here."
At this moment, Meng Zhao could not help giving Mu Yi great praise. As expected of someone who might obtain the legacy left behind by the Middle Ancient Sui Dynasty—he possessed sufficient rationality and had not overlooked the trap beneath his feet because of the beautiful prospects ahead.
"Young Master Mu Yi, you should believe that this truly is a coincidence. This