"Gentlemen, what are your thoughts on this matter?" Kong Huai sat in the main seat, with thirty-four Human Martial Gods gathered. The sole object of their attention was a volume of the "Twelve-Style Heavenly Pulse Skill" placed in the center of the table. The way to thwart the Wind Thunder King's scheme was simple: bring the issue out into the open.
"He underestimated you," a Martial God stated calmly.
Everyone knew they had accepted the technique, but they all feigned ignorance. If someone were to step forward, announce it, and suggest they all cultivate it together and share the benefits, then all underlying conflicts would transform into overt disputes over interests. Open disputes weren't frightening; they could be resolved gradually. Hidden ones, however, were unpredictable. One never knew what insidious plots might emerge.
