Rong Junzhong stretched out his hand and tapped downwards a few times, smiling faintly as he said, "After today's bout of fighting, our Xuanyue has already surpassed Zhongtai by more than a single measure. Now that we have gained the aid of these people as well, come tomorrow, we can press down openly and righteously. If Zhongtai refuses to comply, under such overwhelming momentum, we will see it ground into dust."
Yang Shuyong could not stop himself from laughing loudly.
Chunyu Ji was also filled with emotion; Rong Junzhong had seized precisely upon those cultivators' instinct to seek profit and avoid harm—first splitting Zhongtai apart, then seizing the opportunity to gather people over. This method was by no means ordinary.
Tomorrow, when they assembled dozens of cultivators to press forward together, he asked himself that if their positions were reversed, he likely would not even have the heart to resist.
