Battle Imminent

On this day.

He Song sat in a small pavilion, drinking tea with Meng Guan and Wei Fan.

Meng Guan casually remarked that if the One Yang Sect truly encountered war later on, there might still be a chance.

And that chance was likely not small.

After all.

So long as the One Yang Sect truly went to war with someone.

Meng Guan, as a true disciple of the One Yang Sect, would see his importance rise dramatically.

Later, whether Meng Guan relied on his own strength to forcibly lead the One Yang Sect's disciples to a great victory.

Or whether he relied on his own strength to hold back the enemy's assault by sheer force.

Either could instantly turn the present situation around.

Because war.

Was where Meng Guan's strength could shine most brightly.

If war truly broke out, Meng Guan might be able to influence the direction of the entire battle with his own power alone.

It was only a pity.

The three great devil sects in the north had never shown much movement.

Otherwise.

The current situation would likely never have come to exist.

And One Yang's chosen successor would undoubtedly have been Meng Guan.

With such thoughts in mind, Meng Guan let out a long sigh, yet there was little he could do about it.

War.

Was not something that could begin merely because someone wanted it to.

It required not only a fuse, but both sides to be stretched taut with tension.

Only then could these Nascent Soul Sects, which had existed in the cultivation world for who knew how many years.

Possibly make such a tremendous move.

Yet just as Meng Guan spoke and voiced this thought.

Before He Song or Wei Fan beside him could say anything.

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