Facing Chen Changsheng's words, Li Zi'an glanced at Lu Mingyu and said calmly.
"Brother Lu isn't afraid of becoming a scapegoat, so what are we afraid of?"
"You two think you can compare to him?"
"If you don't know your own measure, go piss and look in the mirror. You dare pick sides so casually in a game like this? You're simply courting death."
"You..."
Chen Changsheng's venomous tongue enraged Zheng Ling so much that he rose to his feet.
"What are you looking at? Was I wrong?"
"The current situation isn't a contest of talent or cultivation. It's a contest of the resources and power in your hands."
"I admit that you are rare talents, and your futures are bright indeed."
"But the problem is, you haven't taken power yet. You're merely relatively important chess pieces."
"If Lu Mingyu loses, at worst he can give up some of what he holds and retreat to the second line."
"If you lose, what you give up will be your own futures."
That analysis struck straight to the heart, leaving Zheng Ling speechless at once.
Although Lu Mingyu was too weak to truss a chicken, it did not change the fact that he was one of the Lu Family's power holders.
It was precisely because Lu Mingyu held real power that every genius of the Pill Domain gave him some measure of respect upon seeing him.
Seeing that Zheng Ling had stopped speaking, Li Zi'an said, "Brother Changsheng is right. Compared with Brother Lu, we do indeed have shortcomings."
"But we can't just trail behind you and eat the scraps from your table because of that, can we?"
"Wrong. This isn't 'eating scraps.' This is called waiting for the right moment to strike!"
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng rose from his chair