"However, if we give up now, wouldn't that be a little too soon?"
Le Yu's gaze passed over the courtyard entrance and landed on Jing Shou, who had somehow already been eavesdropping outside. "Uncle Shou, how many people are there in Jing Garden right now?"
Jing Shou seemed not to have heard their heartfelt words just now. He answered calmly, "Two hundred and fifty-six servants, seventy-two guards, thirty Coastal Army guards, and Old Captain Liu, a martial artist of the Pinnacle Realm."
"Good." Le Yu nodded. "Whether this is a conspiracy or a coincidence, the people overturning Profound Candle Prefecture are ultimately just a rabble. Even if they are filled with hatred and fury, they are still only an unorganized, leaderless current."
"A current may surge with huge waves, but as long as our ship is sturdy and our helm steady, we can still weather it safely."
"Are we going to suppress them by force?"
The moment Mu Qingmei said this, she froze herself. Her face, illuminated by the lamplight, showed a trace of bewilderment.
She and Shuixing Zhou, Yin Minghong's elder brother, had died beneath the Silver Blood Society's military suppression after launching a miners' revolt. Yin Minghong had gained a foothold by betraying his brother and had remained undercover until now, while she had painstakingly trained in battle techniques, waiting for an opportunity.
Though times had changed and her resolve was often gnawed away by such inner demons as greed, gluttony, and laziness, her hatred of the Silver Blood Society had not diminished in the slightest. It was a blood feud so deep that even upheaving rivers and seas could not erase it.
Yet now, in order to preserve Jing Zhengwei's life, she had actually proposed suppressing them by force.
She had actually suggested that the president of