"Not bad!" Heng Ming let out a long breath and turned to look into the distance. "Master truly overthought things. Sometimes, he even thinks of Qian Mo from the Thunder Control Sect!"
"Master, Uncle-Master Gan is Uncle-Master Gan, and you are you!" Though Li Zongbao was startled inwardly, he still spoke as if he did not care at all. "Uncle-Master Gan thinks too much and does too little! Even what he can do is too little! You are on rotation at the Council Hall and have received the sect leader's weighty trust. You need only act according to your own thoughts! Who can be without fault? Our Joyful Sect has the capital to bear Master's mistakes! But the Thunder Control Sect... does not!"
Hearing this, Heng Ming felt vastly relieved. He truly had been a player lost in the game! Li Zongbao's final words had awakened him. Exactly—even if he sent several hundred thousand disciples to their graves, then... what of it? True Person Heping would absolutely not punish him.
"Eh?" With his mind settled, Heng Ming immediately lowered his voice again. "Strange. We have shattered the Rending Blade Five Elements Sword Array for so long now, so why... have we heard no further sounds of sword arrays? Could it be that we have truly broken all the great formations?"
Li Zongbao thought for a moment, then said quietly, "That is possible! When encircling an enemy, one needs ten times their number. The Yin Yang Sword Array spanned more than ten li. Our Dao Sect suffered nearly a hundred thousand casualties, so the swordsmen setting the formation must have numbered at least three hundred thousand. In the Rending Blade Five Elements Sword Array, our Dao Sect suffered nearly a hundred and fifty thousand casualties, so there must have been even