"Contests between realms, contests between clans, contests for fortune-there is no question of daring or not daring. Rather, if they truly were cold-blooded and heartless, that would be a problem and warrant vigilance." Although Wu Shang's emotions fluctuated considerably, overall, he had not flown into a rage.
The reason was simple: those who had defected to their side were ultimately not their own people. It was only natural for their hearts to lie elsewhere.
"Then, aside from giving those people special 'attention,' do we need any other arrangements?" An Lan asked. He had always admired people with ability and aptitude and would not view them through tinted lenses. Otherwise, he would not have accepted their defection all those years ago.
But now, once matters such as contests between realms were involved, his personal stance had to change. Every policy for handling such issues had to follow the interests of their great realm.
"There is no need to do anything special. Just watch them, lest we beat the grass and startle the snake." Wu Shang shook his head.
"Do you mean... you want to obtain information about Taking Oneself as the Seed from them?" The Kings present were the elite among elites. After a little thought, connecting the causes and consequences, they understood the crux of the matter.
"That is part of it, but most of it has nothing to do with this," Wu Shang said. "Within our realm, these people cannot stir up much wind or waves. But if we press them too hard, we may provoke them into a struggle where the fish dies and the net breaks. Although we could suppress them swiftly, if they truly have laid plans for nearly an epoch, then even if we won, the damage to our realm would be immense. With the