Qiao Nian laughed heartily, feeling immense satisfaction. Old Liu truly deserved to be called the good brother he had recognized—he was sharp enough to read the room.
Yan Libing and Shi Jiawen did not fail to understand this principle either. Their plans and assumptions had all been excellent, and matters had proceeded exceptionally smoothly.
But there was a saying in this world: plans could never keep up with change. No one knew what the future would bring, nor what accidents might arise.
Thus, Qiao Nian and Liu An's idea—to first seize whatever benefits they could lay their hands on, then leave the rest to fate—was not impossible to accept.
Yet the old saying still held true: when the profits grew large enough, both reason and intelligence would be dragged down.
At present, Liu An had torn away their wishful thinking and forced them to confront the question head-on:
Could Nangong Yao's Chaos Body origin truly be plotted for and seized as they pleased?
Reality was not fantasy. Nangong Yao was no minor figure. Though his life had not been especially glorious, he had once been one of the Ten Absolute Grandmasters. Moreover, having obtained the Chaos Body origin for so long, he had more than enough time to push his personal strength to an unimaginable and terrifying level.
Among the Ten Absolute Grandmasters, Nangong Yao was likely the indisputable number one.
Fine—even if they could invite helpers, such as Meng Zhao, Xie Wanzhi, or even those barbarians from the Arctic Ice Plains.
Leaving aside whether, with the Trump Cards of the four of them combined, they could truly capture Nangong Yao, even if they did take him down, if that Great Grandmaster-level powerhouse turned hostile, not only would they have no hope of obtaining the Chaos Body origin they deserved,