If Wang Zhan didn't die, that meant he was capable, and Edward could choose to keep him alive for his value.
If Wang Zhan died, that meant he was a loser, and if he still had a breath left in him, Edward would finish him off personally.
"Ah, Edward... well, those on different paths do not plan together."
The three sighed. They had already seen the truth and the root cause of the rift behind the scenes.
They might not cherish the lives of every potentially rising genius, but at least they would grant them freedom and pay attention to the talents they could value, even extending a helping hand. But in Edward's eyes, there were too many such opportunities, so many that only the cream of the crop could be selected and guided along the path he laid out for them. As for those who were bad, inferior, or unable to survive—they were all losers.
「On the stands.」
