On the broad terrace of the Guardian of Rectitude Palace, Zhang Yu sat facing Daoist Feng. Between them hung a curtain of qi, within which appeared the scene at the residence where Daoist Jiang and Yun Zui were stationed. Seeing the two fighting now, neither found it surprising.
Though Jiang and Yun ostensibly came from the same place, they had different origins and different dao methods. They trusted neither one another, cared only for their own interests, and spoke nothing of propriety or righteousness.
The key was that, to better rule these people, Origin Xia not only refrained from restraining them, but instead further indulged their mutual opposition and distrust. This left countless cracks within their ranks; it was simply impossible for them to unite as one.
Zhu Wujiang's case showed this clearly. He had not known that Celestial Xia was the final worldly domain Origin Xia needed to destroy, yet he had still been willing to risk his life in a desperate struggle. This showed that their internal contradictions had already reached a point beyond reconciliation. Only Origin Xia pressing down from above and forcibly holding them together had kept them from breaking apart.
They had no intention of interfering in this battle. Whichever one survived in the end would have no room left to choose.
Daoist Feng said to Chang Yang, who stood to one side, "Fellow Daoist Chang, you did well this time."
Chang Yang hurriedly replied, "Chang does not dare claim the credit. I merely borrowed the momentum of Celestial Xia. In the end, what sort of people they are determined what sort of actions they would take."
This was a scheme of sowing division and suspicion. You clearly knew that Celestial Xia might be working some stratagem behind the scenes, and knew it might be