After hearing Zhao Nan's words, Beirut and Bluefire fell into deep thought.
Had Zhao Nan been wrong? Obviously not.
Yet both of them felt that something was off. They just couldn't say exactly what.
After all, what Zhao Nan had said was indeed true. More importantly, by his reasoning, it was the best course of action for them.
Still, the two of them couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
For a moment, the entire room fell silent.
Watching Beirut and Bluefire sit in silence, Zhao Nan's lips curled into a faint smile.
He knew exactly what his words meant, and he understood why the two of them were reacting this way.
There was no helping it. In this world, whether it was cultivation or comprehension, everyone believed in pressing forward with courage and never giving up.
But Zhao Nan's principles of keeping a low profile and staying safe clearly weren't something they could accept. At the same time, his argument was entirely self-consistent and sounded quite convincing.
That was exactly why the two of them had fallen silent.
Zhao Nan knew they would soon come around, but he didn't want them to realize it so quickly. Otherwise, he might as well not have said anything.
After all, the point of saying this was to make Beirut understand that haste made waste.
There was no helping it. Beirut seemed to see victory within reach, and he was getting impatient.
Though he hadn't pressured Zhao Nan to do anything, the anxious look in his eyes and the urgency in his tone made Zhao Nan keenly aware of how impatient he was.
If Beirut was simply impatient, Zhao Nan wouldn't be worried. It wasn't Zhao Nan who was in a hurry, after all. What he feared was Beirut giving away the