"This is just Bram's ploy to toy with our hearts. You have all cultivated the Dao for centuries, yet you still can't see through this?"
Edwin's voice rang coldly through the tense air.
"This is Noble Sun City. If Bram truly had no scruples, he would have attacked us long ago!" His words resonated with undeniable truth.
Silence fell over the group as everyone pondered Edwin's insight.
With the overwhelming power Bram and the two cultivators alongside him possessed, it would take little effort to break them.
Yet instead of direct action, Bram crafted discord—driving a wedge between them.
What did he gain from prolonging this? It seemed no more than a waste of precious time.
"Sixth Prince," Edwin offered calmly, folding his hands politely,
"this matter is grave. Only the sect leader can make such decisions. I continue to urge you to grant us time to consider."
Bram's cold gaze sharpened.
"Then do you want me to decide now?"
"If you prefer, I will refuse."
