Dai Mubai looked at Dai Weisi across from him, disappointment written all over his face. His elder brother felt like a complete stranger.
"Dai Weisi, the Spirit Hall Empire has the ravenous ambition of a wolf. It has already swallowed a third of our Star Luo Empire's territory. Do you really think capturing me and handing me over to them will buy us peace?"
"I know what you want to say, my poor little brother." Dai Weisi's expression remained unchanged. Ignoring Dai Mubai's accusation entirely, he said calmly, "But don't forget, the Spirit Hall Empire's enemies now are the Sky-Blasting Gang and the Heaven Dou Empire. When those two colossal powers clash, both will end up battered and broken. By then, our Star Luo Empire will have recovered its strength. While the snipe and clam fight, we'll be the fisherman who reaps the spoils. We can finish them off in one stroke and leap to become the strongest empire on the continent!"
Dai Mubai felt a breath of fury lodge in his chest.
He nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He knew there were many others in the Star Luo Empire who thought like Dai Weisi.
Earlier, with the support of Tai Tan and the others, as well as the emperor's trust, he had killed a group of conservative nobles and officials at court. But even more conservatives remained quietly within the empire, impossible to identify one by one.
Abandon illusions, face reality, and prepare to fight.
For people like Dai Weisi, those words were far, far too difficult to accept!
Even Dai Weisi's own thinking was far too naive, far too idealistic.
Even if the Spirit Hall Empire and the Sky-Blasting Gang fought to the death, believing they could profit from it meant utterly underestimating Pope Bibi Dong