By this day, Meng Jingye had no choice but to admit that Fang Yun now fully possessed the ability and bearing of a leader.
It was not because Fang Yun had spotted the crux of the problem early, but because he had not clung to convention or shackled his mind with the notion that "do nothing and make no mistakes; do more and make more mistakes; do less and make fewer mistakes."
In truth, everyone present could soon have arrived at Fang Yun's insights and the questions he raised. On the surface, it was merely a matter of sooner or later. Yet at a critical juncture, a single difference in thought could often change the outcome, even plunge the entire human race into eternal damnation.
Fang Yun had not outstripped the others by much. Indeed, once he took that half step, everyone followed and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
But that seemingly insignificant half step ahead determined whether a person had the makings of a leader.
It was not merely half a step. It was choosing a direction, determining a path!
Often, the path and direction mattered far more than effort and talent.
As Fang Yun spoke, he held the Illusory Tower Pearl, and rays of linear light shot out, finally weaving together into a map of the Ten Cold Ancient Land.
"Please look, everyone. Our human race's Ninth Cold City lies in the southeast, separated from the centrally located Ice Emperor Palace by Myriad Prosperity Mountain. The mountain's only gorge is garrisoned by the Star Demon Barbarians. Although our human race and the Star Demon Barbarians are not allies, we are fairly good neighbors, so we have always been able to pass through easily. Even when the Ice Palace appears, we can still pass through. Is that correct?"