Half a quarter-hour passed quickly. As the drizzling rain lingering around them dissipated, Wang Junze's eyes glinted with a sharp light. He ordered in a low voice, "Brother Tang, Patriarch Lin, please lead your men and step into the ruins first to open the way for everyone. The rest, follow me into the ruins."
This choice was actually quite subtle.
These people each harbored their own thoughts; if Wang Junze assigned the task arbitrarily, it would surely breed dissatisfaction. Thus, he had to make a relatively fair decision, or at least one that left others with no grounds for complaint.
Everyone understood—the Lin Family's relationship with Wang Junze was tense, while the Divine Blade Sect was the first among these sects to openly support Wang Junze. Moreover, by comparison, the Lin Family and Divine Blade Sect indeed possessed the greatest strength. Letting them open the way also allowed for mutual checks and balances; without a doubt, it was the most suitable choice.
"Yes!"
