"Senior Brother, are you really going to the Sacred Hall?"
As soon as they returned to the Divine Temple, Hongyuan asked him. There was no worry in her voice, only a faint excitement.
"Yes." Chen Cuo nodded. "The Sacred Hall keeps sending people in wave after wave, and who knows when it will stop? If we only respond, it's like letting someone else set the questions while we solve them. We do all the hard work, while the one setting the questions spends hardly any effort. Keep that up, and sooner or later we'll be exhausted! As the saying goes, land one punch now to spare yourself a hundred later. It's time to strike, to move, to throw the enemy's plans into disarray and make them move too. Only then can we see things more clearly, perhaps even find the real enemy."
Hongyuan nodded as she listened. A strange glint crossed her eyes, and she asked, "When will you leave?"
"Once I've asked someone a question," Chen Cuo said with a smile, "I'll set off."
"You're going to the Sacred Hall?"
Lord Yi of the Youqiong Clan stared at Chen Cuo in astonishment, then gave a mocking laugh. "Do you think capturing us means you can truly roam the Great Wilderness unchallenged? Do you know how vast the Sacred Hall's power is? How mighty its gods are?"
"Then why did you turn against them?" Chen Cuo asked. "Aren't you afraid of the Sacred Hall?"
Yi kept sneering. "Do you think I could threaten the Royal Capital Temple on my own? The Youqiong Clan may have a great name, but we hold the Eastern Borderlands because of the Alliance Pact."
"So your Alliance Pact isn't all domineering demands," Chen Cuo said with a smile. "There's room to treat others as equals."