Yu Qing Comes To Meet Wang Jian

"Instead," he continued, his voice low and cold, "we'll focus on the smaller players. The lone cultivators, the minor sects, the families still clinging to neutrality. We will sow discord, exploit their weaknesses, and force them to bend their knees to the Heavenly Jade Pavilion."

 

Cui Lan's eyes widened slightly. "But Master, wouldn't it be a waste of time and resources to conquer these weaker sects?"

 

Wang Jian threw his head back and let out a booming laugh. "Think, Cui Lan, think! By absorbing these smaller factions, we bolster our own strength. We cripple the alliance's potential for growth, turning them into fractured pieces with no hope of uniting against us."

 

A slow smile spread across Cui Lan's face. "Master, your brilliance is unmatched. By the time this so-called Jiang Chen reaches his Godking potential, the Eastern Cosmos will already be kneeling at the feet of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion!"