Now he truly realized, back when he was a reckless fool, he acted decisively and without hesitation. But now that he could calculate causality and glimpse heavenly secrets, he had become trapped in the middle, plagued by endless considerations and indecision.
Sigh, perhaps Xuantian was right after all. When dealing with these old, cunning foxes, what is the point of trading calculations? Cutting them down with a single sword strike is the most damn straightforward solution. Or perhaps, precisely because every path has been calculated by them, flipping the table with a decisive slash has become the one and only optimal strategy.
But assassinating the Grand Chancellor...
