What kept a person going in this world was that breath of defiance, that unstoppable drive to forge ahead.
But sometimes, a person also had to learn to read the situation.
That did not mean bowing to people or forces one disdained or even despised. It meant taking a roundabout path to ultimately reach the goal one wanted.
As the saying went, too much wisdom brought an early death; too much force made one easy to break.
So Yang Qing felt that he really did need to soften his approach.
At the very least, they had to get those who were still hiding in the shadows to step into the open.
What sense was there in letting them hold the initiative all along?
Only by letting them lower their guard and believe they already held the futures of Yang Qing and his companions in their hands could Yang Qing and the others find an opening.
This was a question Yang Qing had been pondering all along.
All of this, every last consideration, temporarily vanished from Yang Qing's mind the moment the carriage stopped.
Because Yang Qing and the others suddenly discovered several people already standing in the distance on the beach they were heading toward.
Sure enough, no matter what methods they thought up or how many countermeasures they discussed, their every move remained under someone else's watchful eye.
In the past, Yang Qing and the others might have discussed how to fight when the time came, along with a way to retreat.
But now, Yang Qing had completely changed his mind.
Since those people were already here, he no longer needed to trouble himself over how to draw them out.
They were already waiting, so he might as well finish the business at hand and go with them.
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