Lei Wanche had always maintained a clear understanding: without a divine figure like Meng Zhao, the Lei Family's potential for growth was limited. Even with an additional Grotto-Heaven Secret Realm, that remained true.
In the great age to come, they would either follow the victors to great victory or follow the defeated to crushing defeat.
And pessimistically speaking, the latter was more likely.
Therefore, they had to consider an escape route in advance.
For the time being, they could not abandon the Beitang Imperial Clan's ship, so they had to seek other opportunities to disperse the family bloodline and its younger members elsewhere.
Even if there was a temporary decline, a temporary fall into obscurity, it would not matter. Stretch the timeline far enough, and so long as they retained their foundation and produced suitable talents, the Lei Family would sooner or later rise again.
At this moment, Lei Chongmao looked somewhat hesitant and conflicted, which made Lei Wanche curious.
"What is it? Do you still have some question?"
Lei Chongmao nodded. After pondering for a moment, he said,
"Indeed, I have another question. Has Father never considered making peace with the Meng Family, shaking hands with Meng Zhao and burying the hatchet?"
This was a subject the Lei Family had always avoided discussing, because in their eyes, the Lei Family and the Meng Family had always stood on equal footing, with equal status—or even with the Lei Family holding a certain advantage.
But now, the Meng Family had risen all the way on Meng Zhao's strength, suppressing and surpassing them.
If they took the initiative to shake hands and make peace, would that not mean admitting defeat and bowing their heads in submission to an old foe, a mortal enemy?
Of course, Beitang Shu's existence might also have been