When Jin Shiyue said he had summoned everyone only to discuss how to divide the twenty-five High-Grade Saint Veins Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley had just obtained, everyone present immediately perked up.
"Fellow Daoist Jin, if that's what you're here to discuss, I'm wide awake."
"Everyone wants High-Grade Saint Veins. They're treasures that can serve as the foundation for a faction's continued existence. Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley only managed to extort the Setting Sun Divine Palace in the Western Wastes with our help, yet now they want to keep everything for themselves. That's completely unreasonable."
"Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley is utterly disregarding everything we contributed."
"We really do need to join forces and work out a way to make Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley reconsider its mistake."
"..."
The Dao Sages present spoke up one after another.
Their words rang with indignation.
It was as though the only right thing to do was for Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley to hand over those twenty-five High-Grade Saint Veins and distribute them among everyone.
At the sight, Jin Shiyue smiled, delighted beyond measure.
He knew his gamble had paid off.
Wealth truly stirred the heart. By suddenly acquiring twenty-five High-Grade Saint Veins, Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley had unwittingly stirred the greed lurking in every Southern Border Dao Sage.
With such immense profit at stake, whatever ties these Dao Sages had once had with Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley, they would all yield to self-interest.
Whether they did so willingly or not, the result would be the same.
And that was precisely the once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity the Heaven Moon Tribe needed.
Jin Shiyue sneered inwardly. *Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley, you were lucky indeed. You didn't fall to the Setting Sun Divine Palace of the Western Wastes. There wasn't even a