The silence in the room basically gave Light his answer.
Meanwhile, Morton's words kept echoing in his mind.
The clan patriarchs and elders were all quite old, basically over a thousand years old. Compared with the younger generation, they were advanced in years, and many of their bodies no longer moved as nimbly. They generally preferred convenient and comfortable environments.
At this point, they were too embarrassed to say in front of Light that Great Zhou was better, but they were also too embarrassed to lie through their teeth and say that Great Zhou was bad.
So, one after another, they simply fell silent.
Seeing through the thoughts of the patriarchs and elders, Light could only laugh and cry.
At the same time, he realized that the situation truly was just as Morton had analyzed it. He had no room left to choose, and he was almost out of time even to hesitate.
With that thought, Light drew a deep breath and voiced the analysis Morton had previously given him.
The elders and patriarchs present instinctively wanted to refuse as soon as they heard that they were to merge into Great Zhou.
Life in Great Zhou was indeed comfortable, but from another perspective, their thinking still carried a trace of old-fashioned conservatism.
In their eyes, this was tantamount to making a decision that went against their ancestors!
Yet when the words reached their lips, they simply could not say them.
Just as Morton had said, they would understand once they had lived in Great Zhou. Besides, the situation before them was already crystal clear. What else could they do?
The mood among the elders and patriarchs was truly rather subtle.
If one said they were upset, they did not seem all that upset.
If one said they were resisting, they