Mastering Proficiency, Grinding into a Sword Immortal Among Mortals - Section 595

So after the Fifth Elder spoke, everyone fell silent.

That was what they all thought, too. Now that they had the upper hand in strength, they could slowly wear their enemies down.

It wasn't as if their enemies could stay cooped up forever.

The moment they came out, they would be giving them an opportunity.

If they could seize an opportunity like that, it would be far better than attacking them directly.

Besides, the risks were simply too great. They couldn't give an answer of their own.

But they all agreed with what the person who had just spoken said.

The clan leader was not satisfied with their opinions. Instead, he turned to the Great Elder.

The Great Elder pondered for a while before saying, "I think we should attack."

"Over these past thousand years, we've clashed countless times, but neither side has ever broken the balance. It's always been back and forth. Now that the clan leader has broken through to the Eighth Realm, this is our chance to break that balance."

"And this opportunity comes once in a thousand years. If those old foxes have someone break through as well, we'll be the ones on the back foot."

"Not only should we attack, we can't hesitate. We can rest for a while today, make all the preparations tomorrow, and send out the troops the day after."

He spoke decisively, his gaze utterly resolute. At that, everyone fell even quieter.

If even the Great Elder agreed, what room did they have to change his mind?

Everyone remained silent. The more they thought about it, the more sense it made. They had been fighting for so long, and had endured frustration for just as long. Now that such an opportunity lay before them, it might be their only chance.

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