Outside the Sword Pavilion.
Huang Taiji stared at the sword array floating before him and said in a deep voice:
"Cai Longshen, we've already lost the initiative."
Huang Taiji weighed his words for a few seconds. He had originally wanted to say that Cai Longshen's being secretly influenced by Yi Chuanmei could be forgiven, that they should all work together and make one final gamble.
But considering that Cai Longshen, as the grandson of a headquarters elder, had always been pampered and admired by all, such words would only make him fly into a rage out of humiliation and refuse to cooperate.
So he changed his wording. "Our last hope now is to awaken Yuanshi Tianzun."
In truth, if Cai Longshen had not feared battle and Yuanshi Tianzun had not fallen asleep, the Orderly Faction would have had every hope of winning—no, they would have been certain to win.
Because among the Evil Faction was Yuanshi Tianzun's beloved.
But the world was unpredictable. Reality was not a comparison of data; reality was full of variables.
Cai Longshen's cold voice came from within the Sword Pavilion:
"That's you. I can leave at any time. To me, failing the dungeon means nothing more than losing levels. I wasn't planning to participate in the year-end Slaughter Dungeon anyway, so losing levels is no big deal."
He could leave at any time... Huang Taiji frowned, then understood. "I see."
Little Round called out loudly:
"Since you can leave whenever you want, there's even less reason to fear battle. If we win, things may yet turn around. If we lose, we'll merely return to the path we were already on."
"But that requires taking a risk. Why should I take one?" Cai Longshen was not swayed. He sneered, "What makes you think Yuanshi Tianzun can