Sun Jian looked at the plain-looking youth before him, a hint of surprise appearing in his expression.
He had expected Jiang Chen to be a weakling begging for justice, but instead was met with a brilliant strategist who understood the pulse of sect politics better than many inner disciples.
'Such clarity... to think a Qi Condensation junior, one without the guidance of a powerful father like mine, could analyze the pressure points of a Foundation Establishment clan and the Enforcement Hall with such meticulousness. It is hard to believe a person like this exists. What a talent.' Sun Jian sighed inwardly.
Once he acknowledged Jiang Chen's ability, temptation took root. The logic in Jiang Chen's words was flawless. If handled correctly, this matter could become a quiet blade pressed against the Meng family's throat, forcing them to yield resources without open conflict.
