The Desperate Tactic

The Grand Elder smiled. "Do not forget that the Litian Tribe's central Daxia branch was also destroyed by his hand. Our tribe's hatred for him runs no less deep than the Tiger Army's."

Tore looked toward the thirty people behind him.

The thirty exchanged glances. After three seconds, someone nodded. After ten seconds, they had all nodded.

"To a happy partnership!" The Grand Elder slowly rose.

Tore slowly extended his hand and gave the Grand Elder's hand a light shake.

Then the thirty-one turned and left the temple.

The Grand Elder raised his eyes and watched them leave.

The storm Lin Xiaosu had deliberately stirred up thus dissolved without a trace.

This was not the Grand Elder's idea. It was the Left Emissary's scheme.

If Lin Xiaosu and this Left Emissary he had never met had played a round against each other, then in theory, the Left Emissary had won a complete victory in their first match.

Why?

Because Lin Xiaosu had failed to provoke the conflict he wanted.

Instead, he had drawn the fire onto himself.

"Lord Left Emissary, everything has gone as you predicted. Why are you still a little worried?" Qing Ru offered a cup of tea, placing it in the Left Emissary's hand.

The Left Emissary took the cup and flicked his finger lightly. The white stone that had been circling his fingertips traced a beautiful arc into the stone bowl. He gently blew across the tea. "If everything had gone as I predicted, I would naturally have no reason to worry. But things have not gone entirely as I predicted! In the first stage, Lin Xiaosu never stepped onto the board. Which pool of spring water will this unpredictable piece wandering beyond the board disturb?"

"What possible plans have you devised for the next stage