Ao Guang felt every bit as uncertain now as he had sounded boastful moments ago.
Go make it rain at Guanjiangkou?
Sprinkle water over the territory of Yang Jian, the Holy Manifestation True Lord?
Chen Wei had boundless prospects and ruthless methods; the Eastern Sea absolutely needed to befriend him. But Yang Jian was the Justice Heavenly Deity who accepted military assignments, not imperial summons. The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd in his hands had cleaved Peach Mountain and slain Demon Kings. When his temper flared, he would even dare overturn the tables in Lingxiao Palace.
On one side was a rising star; on the other, the war god of the Three Realms.
Which side should he choose?
Even a fool knew he absolutely must not offend Yang Jian.
However thick a dragon's scales were, they could not withstand a single strike from the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd.
The trouble was, Ao Guang had spoken too quickly. The water had already been spilled. As the venerable leader of the Four Seas, if he went back on his word now, how could he ever hold his head high before Tongming Hall again?
Where would he put that old face of his?
Did Ao Rui still want a future in the Heavenly Court?
"It certainly has to be done." Ao Guang stroked his dragon whiskers and stopped walking, his brows twisting into a knot. "But we need to be careful about how we do it."
Sending someone straight in to make rain would be sending them to their death.
Who could he send?
The Eastern Sea's dragon sons and grandsons would not even get to see Yang Jian. The Grass-Headed Gods alone could drive them off.
Borrow someone from the Rain Directorate?
They were no fools either. They could not get away from that scourge