Knowing was easy; doing was hard. Understanding the principle was simple, but actually accomplishing it was anything but.
Take the matter Lei Chongmao mentioned—proposing peace talks to Meng Zhao, or even pledging allegiance to him.
Setting aside whether that would be overly fawning, placing themselves in an extremely low position, the pressure from outside alone would make it difficult to succeed.
If the Lei Family truly did so, what would Beitang Shu think? What would the Beitang Imperial Clan think?
And there was internal pressure as well. Could the Lei Family clansmen accept it?
Take the matter of the Grotto-Heaven Secret Realm this time. It had already stirred up no small uproar, even creating a rift between father and son. One could imagine what kind of upheaval it would cause if Lei Wanche were to suggest pledging allegiance to Meng Zhao and submitting to the feet of the Meng Family, their old rival, from then on.
Of course, Meng Zhao would likely be more than willing to accept them.
The Lei Family and the Meng Family were Ji Prefecture's two foremost clans, standing head and shoulders above all others. If one side admitted defeat and submitted to the other, it would easily give rise to a great clan that ruled over one of the ancient Nine Provinces, one far more terrifying than an ordinary Nine Surnames clan.
Meng Zhao and the Meng Family would probably wake laughing even in their dreams. They could take down the Lei Family without shedding a drop of blood, greatly reducing the losses on both sides and concentrating their superior resources to accomplish more, better, and greater things.
Of course, in return, the Lei Family would thoroughly offend the Beitang Imperial Clan. They might instead become a thorn in the Beitang Imperial Clan's eye and