"Oh? I'd like to hear the details." Li put on a curious expression. It had to be said that his acting had improved more and more.
"The Confucian School." Star Soul's lips moved, uttering those two words.
"The Confucian School?" Li raised a brow. Pink petals landed on the tips of his hair before slowly sliding down. "As far as I know, although the Confucian School isn't particularly close to the Empire, it has never opposed it either. What's more, the Mohist School has never been on especially good terms with the Confucian School. And now that the Mohist School has scattered like monkeys from a fallen tree, no matter how one looks at it, the Mohist School isn't worth the Confucian School taking such a risk to lend a hand."
"Hehe—" Star Soul's smile was somewhat eerie. His pale skin, set against the night, made him seem like a vicious ghost. "When the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman profits. Once two hostile forces encounter the threat of a third, that force may serve as a catalyst, joining them into a united front."
Li was exceedingly intelligent. He understood Star Soul's implication perfectly well.
"But once that external force disappears, the two factions, whose beliefs were never the same to begin with, will turn on each other. The situation is unpredictable; yin and yang reverse. If I take a step back, I can watch the snipe and clam fight." Li's thoughts were clear.
A sharp glint flashed through Star Soul's eyes, then quickly faded, as though it had merely been an illusion. "Young Master Fusu, you are still too softhearted."
Li did not refute Star Soul's words. He merely gave the little boy, who only reached his shoulder yet exuded an imposing presence, a noncommittal look.
"Even if what