Given the Zhou Family's current strength, even with Zhou Wangqiao, a grandmaster-level powerhouse, compared to the Pudu Cult—or rather, the forces under Hui Kong—it was like a firefly vying with the blazing sun. The gap was simply too great.
Zhou Wangqiao then recalled something and said excitedly, "Grandfather, didn't you advance and retreat together with two fellow disciples back then? Now that the Pudu Cult has revealed its tracks, Hui Kong is very likely pulling the strings behind the scenes. Why not contact those two fellow disciples of yours? That way, we might have the strength to protect ourselves."
If fighting alone would not work, then they could try reaching out to allies. Zhou Gushan had always run the Zhou Family according to this principle, and now, facing the aggressively advancing Pudu Cult, he likewise thought of borrowing outside strength to ease their own pressure.
Even a good man needed three helpers. That saying was no empty boast.
Moreover, this was by no means wild speculation, but a strategy that stood a very good chance of succeeding.
Back then, among Hui Kong's seven great disciples, Zhou Wangqiao and the two men who had betrayed Hui Kong alongside him accounted for nearly half of the group. With their talent, even if they had not become grandmasters, they would still be figures just beneath that level. Their strength could not be underestimated.
Furthermore, because of that sordid affair back then, the three of them were grasshoppers tied to the same rope. Since Hui Kong had come for the Zhou Family, sooner or later he would seek out those two as well. By both sentiment and reason, there was a need for them to join forces.
Unfortunately, Zhou Wangqiao gave him an exceedingly cruel answer. "I had already thought of what you are