The hall was quiet. Ji Tianming looked at Zhao De, then at the White Bone God Lord, without taking a side.
The White Bone God Lord was in no hurry either. His gaze was as calm as still water.
After a few breaths, Zhao De shook his head slightly.
"Now isn't the right time."
"Why isn't it?"
The White Bone God Lord said, "My cultivation has long since returned to its peak. I'm even stronger than I was before.
"Even if those two from the Nine Immortal Talisman Sect and the Great Nether Temple joined forces, they might not get the better of me."
"Ji Tianming is half a step from First Grade, but his Primordial Spirit reached that realm long ago. He could handle a lower-tier First Grade expert of the Great Dream Dynasty."
"You've been laying plans in the Abyssal Beast Grotto for years, and you have close ties to the Five-Treasure Divine Tree. With the Abyss Six Surnames striking alongside us, how long could the Great Dream Dynasty hold out against an attack from within and without?"
"The Martial Alliance's strength cannot be underestimated. The Heavenly Crane Mystic Sect, the Heavenly Mandate Sect, and the others you look down on now have frighteningly deep reserves. We cannot ignore the Earthly Immortals they have hidden away, either."
Zhao De said, "You come from a sect. There are many things you haven't thought through.
"Even if we conquered the Great Dream Dynasty, we couldn't control the entire situation. How to govern it would be a tremendous problem.
"If we couldn't govern the Great Dream Dynasty, all the effort you put in would be wasted. What would be the point of fighting this war?"
"Once we control the Cicada-Holding Directorate, the Myriad Affairs Bureau, and the Divine Guard Bureau, and