Mu Yi possessed a character and ability to handle affairs unlike that of a mere martial brute. Otherwise, no one could expect a man with well-developed limbs and a simple mind to revive the Great Sui Dynasty. Thus, he quickly formed an idea and said,
"According to the information recorded here, although the Xuan Shuang Society is a major faction, Peng Haibing is its only core figure. The rest are all mediocrities. With Gan Mingfeng's and my martial arts and abilities, taking down the Xuan Shuang Society will not be difficult. With Xu Tingyun and the others helping us gather its forces and thoroughly absorb them, we will only need a little time."
Meng Zhao greatly appreciated Mu Yi's confidence. This was precisely the spirit he wanted. If someone complained and grumbled before doing anything, while speaking empty, lofty words, they could not be entrusted with great responsibility or heavy burdens.
"Good. Do you have any ideas on where to begin, and what your subsequent strategy will be?"
Mu Yi nodded and laid out his plans to Meng Zhao in full, without concealing anything.
First, although he was going to subdue the Xuan Shuang Society, it was not his private possession. It belonged to Meng Zhao; he was merely managing it on his behalf. That distinction of master and subordinate could not be reversed, so he could not hide anything and create a rift.
Second, though he considered himself fairly clever and shrewd, that was only his own estimation. He had rarely put such abilities into practice, so he could easily end up building a cart behind closed doors.
Meng Zhao came from an aristocratic family and had forged such a vast foundation. He was accomplished in both literary and martial arts, with exceptional ability. His guidance would also serve