Gu Yu's obvious lack of opposition wasn't because he was doing him a favor. There had to be a reason behind it.
After all, the two sides had fought to the death before, and Tianli Sect had suffered a crushing defeat. Even Ling Cangyan, the leader of Taichu Peak, had fallen, and every peak had lost a great many people—fellow disciples, even family members. The hatred between them had already taken root.
If he let the Nine Great Alliances off completely, many people in Tianli Sect would likely object.
The people at Taichu Peak might even be dissatisfied.
That was certainly something Gu Yu would be glad to see. He was probably waiting for him to make a mistake, so he could fan the flames and make things difficult for him.
But if he did deal with them, how should he do it? Going easy on them wouldn't work, but neither would being too harsh.
How could he find a suitable path—turning the Nine Great Alliances into an asset rather than a burden, while still giving them a way to survive?
Fang Mo stood by the porthole, gazing down at the prisoner camp.
Although night had fallen, a sweep of his spiritual sense revealed many familiar faces in the camp.
He saw Long Jianzhang, Luo Yuan, Xiong Ji, Guan Yang, and the others. He also saw Aruna of the Duomei Alliance, Mojina of the Duobimo Alliance, as well as Fiji and Avelia.
"Gelei Leo?"
Fang Mo raised an eyebrow. He had spotted another old acquaintance in the crowd.
But his expression only shifted slightly. Gelei Leo was merely at the Great Grandmaster Realm now. Forget catching up to him—even Luo Jiangyan and the others had left him thousands of miles behind long ago.
He also saw He Xubai, and couldn't