Yang Yao, as the leader of the Dongting Water Fortress righteous army, was second only to Fake Qi's Liu Yu in power—how could he not understand the trickeries of the power arena?
He also believed what Shen Yue had said—no matter who came to snatch him and Shen Yue, they would ultimately have to confront Wanyan Sheng.
For the current conflict, he, Yang Yao, would rather let others resolve it. He was in no rush to reveal his intentions.
Those who were anxious to declare their stance were usually the naively ambitious ones eager for achievements. Had it been in the past, he, Yang Yao, might have taken the initiative, but now that the water fortress was lost, he, Yang Yao, cared even less about grand ambitions of the realm. Why volunteer to stick his neck out?
Glancing over at Shen Yue not far away, he saw him frowning as if pondering something. Yang Yao smiled silently.
