A mocking smile spread across Mo Bi Chenxin's face.
He stared at the indignant nobles in disbelief. "Are you serious?
How shameless do you have to be to ask a question like that?
No matter how softhearted we are, we wouldn't work with people who hold us back, would we?
However cold the Ismail Family has been toward us, at least... heh, they haven't formed some beggars' alliance, right?"
And it was only natural for the Ismail Family to be cold. They understood perfectly well that the Moon Clan's arrival had stood to benefit their family more than anyone else.
Unfortunately, a moron of a former king, an indecisive, wishy-washy Grand Sage Ismael who kept holding back for reasons no one knew and seemed afraid of rocking the boat, and, of course, that stone-headed Oaisis, who trusted the Grand Sage far too much, had turned a good thing into the farce it was now.
Their family's position had rapidly fallen from its once-unique height.
The Grand Sage was still important, of course. He had made plenty of mistakes, but he had fulfilled the purpose for which Oaisis had brought him into this world.
He was like most of the elite members of the race he came from... his character had its flaws, but his ability as a scientist was beyond question.
But the supreme standing the Ismail Family had built on his presence and its close ties to the royal family was gone for good.
And many people had since realized that while the Grand Sage cared a great deal about the Ismail Family's survival, he did not insist on its enjoying supreme glory.
All he wanted was for the family to endure.
It was the bloodline he wanted to last for generations, not its power.
Those who knew the