Sanda still couldn't make up his mind.
"The Big Guy's risks are too great. If he is trained up and then he goes mad... we'd face destruction from within before the enemy even strikes. That'd be a laughing stock."
"Moreover, can the finances hold up? Right now, although the bulk of the training has ceased, the business plan is still ongoing."
"Do I have enough resources at my disposal to push the Big Guy's Transcendent Level to Gold, no, Silver?"
"And how much time would it consume? Damn it, we need professionals to calculate the answer."
From Zi Di's letter, Sanda knew her intentions, which were to continue implementing her business plan with firm resolve.
As the head of the division, Sanda's primary concern was to cover for a fallback—if the business plan failed, he'd have to take the hit, so his considerations differed from Zi Di's.
"Sigh, no matter what, even if we don't push his Transcendent Level, we still need to gradually increase the Big Guy's food."
