On the deck, a group of people stopped and watched as Yin Mang and Quan Xiaotong stood facing each other.
After a long silence, one of them finally spoke.
"Actually, what I'm proud of isn't my strength, but my schemes. You should understand what I mean."
That was the first thing Yin Mang said.
He could see someone like himself in Quan Xiaotong.
That feeling of surveying the whole board and placing one's pieces was no less significant than a cultivator's achievements in cultivation.
Quan Xiaotong really did understand him. He, too, had always been prouder of his strategies than his cultivation.
That was why, despite not being the strongest, he could command all the cultivators of the Central Continent.
"Wuxian is powerful, but he lacks a broad view of the situation. Shang Wanfeng has plenty of underhanded schemes, but he likes to use dirty tricks. That's why I've been able to control all of Yanluo Hall and contend with them for so long."
Although they were all puppets placed in the open, they had still fought for thousands of years. During those millennia, the Heavenly Dao Sect had been the stronger side, while Yanluo Hall had always been at a disadvantage.
But even at a disadvantage, he had kept all of Yanluo Hall running smoothly. Every arrangement had been his doing.
As for their repeated setbacks later on, one reason was Hanyu's interference; another was that the Heavenly Dao Sect's foundations were simply too deep.
Third—and most importantly—he had too many idiots under him, constantly dragging him down.
Quan Xiaotong believed him. Judging by Yin Mang's arrangements over the past while, the way he had so thoroughly set up both Yan Yi and Jing Zhe was proof enough of his strategic ability.
"So, since we're all on the same