Of course, his thoughts weren't known to his good Ancestor, who was still drunk on his great dreams of the Gods' support of his Senbu Clan.
Although even if he were aware of such thoughts and ideas it would still be difficult to understand or predict his way of thought and standing.
After all, he had complete confidence in his formation, he was fully convinced that Tianlong Yun didn't have an escape no matter what.
This was something that his Senbu Clan had paid a great price in blood and currency to create and maintain.
It was a formation that carried the soul, blood, and sweat of every member of his Senbu Clan, and that was in the literal meaning of the words.
Every member of his Senbu Clan before or after his death would be brought in this formation, to be absorbed as 'fuel' for the formation.
