Qiangu Dongfeng's lips trembled slightly, his face deathly pale. He spoke in a daze, his voice carrying fear he could not hide.
"So, Father, you deliberately held back. You took the initiative to hand Situ Xuan the whip and the leverage, then naturally handed the Spirit Pagoda's foundation over to him?"
Qiangu Dieting looked at him as he finally came to his senses, and the anger in his eyes eased a little. Still, he snorted coldly, his tone filled with lingering fear and relief.
"At least you weren't completely carried away by stupid thoughts. If I had listened to you today, the Qiangu Family's ten-thousand-year foundation would have been completely buried in our hands."
"In chaotic times, those who show too sharp an edge are sure to die. Only those who keep to the middle path and lie low survive. Shrek and the Tang Sect clashed head-on with Situ Xuan and ended in destruction. The Federation may look powerful, but it is only a chess piece Situ Xuan is using to unify the continent. We in the Spirit Pagoda only need to hold to our own position and watch from the sidelines the whole way, helping no one, supporting no one, fighting for nothing and seizing nothing."
"With no merit, there is no fault. With no fault, we can continue on safely. Do not care about momentary gains or losses. Money, technology—if he wants them, give them to him! Only by lying low to the very end and preserving our own reserves can we endure to the end of this great upheaval across the continent."
Qiangu Dongfeng finally came fully back to himself, his heart filled with immense relief. He looked out the window toward the Shrek airspace, where the flames of war raged to the heavens, and at that