"But the most important question now is how to take them down bit by bit without alerting Spirit Hall."
"What do you think we should do?"
Xue Ye looked at Qin Qi and asked the sharpest question. Deciding what to do was not the hardest part.
The key was making it happen.
"Fight. Fight until Spirit Hall has its hands full."
"The end of this year will be our best chance. First, we'll turn their scheme against them and cut off the hand Spirit Hall has reached toward us."
"Then I'll lead a surprise attack on the Worship Hall and show them we can strike back."
"Once we've done those two things, we should be able to keep Spirit Hall in check and buy time for our plans."
Qin Qi clenched his fist and estimated his chances of killing Qian Daoliu if he went to the Worship Hall now.
However he ran the numbers, the odds were poor. Besides, Qian Daoliu might refuse to fight for the sake of Qian Renxue becoming a god.
He might even swallow his pride and go into hiding.
Clap, clap, clap, clap.
"Firm without being reckless, calculating without being indecisive."
"Honestly, if you were my son, I'd pass the throne to you without hesitation."
"You were born to be an emperor."
Xue Ye could not help applauding. The more he looked at Qin Qi, the more he regretted one thing.
Why couldn't this boy have been born into the Xue Family?
At least Qin Qi was a friend rather than an enemy. Otherwise, Xue Ye doubted he would be sleeping at night.
"You're hardly as useless as you make yourself out to be, Xue Ye. Xue Beng still has a lot to learn from you about ruling."
Qin Qi returned the compliment.
"Xue Beng