Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor novel Chapter 1243

Chapter 1243 Chat On a Floating Rock

Mongke walked out of the planning meeting, his mind already wandering somewhere. When he returned to his quarters, Mongke summoned a pen and parchment and started writing. Despite how small the brush was, Mongke's writing was impeccable due to his ungodly control over his body.

He wrote notes or observations about Wang Wei, from the latter's behavior, mindset, tactical abilities, and even subtle micro-expressions. Mongke even wrote about Wang Wei's flaws, like his often casual demeanor, which Mongke viewed as not appropriate for a leader. If your subordinates are too comfortable for you, it becomes easier for them to walk out of line.

Of course, Mongke also recognized that Wang Wei can instantly switch from joyous and casual to noble and intimidating. His personality could not walk this fine line, so Mongke decided not to learn from this aspect. Another critique he had was that Wang Wei was not ruthless enough.

He believed Wang Wei should have been more harsh on the demoness, especially the Poison Demoness. Her resentment at being reproached was visible, and if he were him, he would have punished her harsher.

'Maybe this was a wise choice since the group has just been established,' Mongke pondered on the last criticism. 'Kindness is also a weapon that can be used as a means of control. I can learn from this mindset.'

Mongke continued writing his observations and analysis, all with the desire to improve himself as a cultivator and a leader. 'His first instinct seems to resolve any situation using the less violent approach. I learned this lesson before, but he's more extreme. Negotiation seems to be the first solution, and he also ensures that everybody benefits while he benefits the most — even if that is usually secretly. That is a good approach to things.'

Mongke wrote down his last thought. "I have much to improve, and it seems it won't be easy to reach his level," he uttered.

"We have plenty of time," Dulgun, who sat next to him, reassured. "Wisdom cannot be acquired or achieved in one day."

"That's true," Mongke nodded. "Tell me what you —" He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, frowning intensely. Dulgun waited for ten minutes before asking. "Is something alright?"

"I feel a brilliant idea coming my way, but it keeps eluding me."

"Oh? What kind of idea?"

"One that could help my situation and even break all the shackles I'm facing."

"That's quite the idea. Did you catch it yet?"

"No," Mongke replied, not hiding his frustration. He tried countless memories, mind, and spiritual techniques and skills but still could not catch the idea.

"Maybe this is not the right time for this idea," Dulgun reassured.

"Maybe you're right," Mongke sighed. "Huh?" He looked in the distance and suddenly stood up as he had detected something. 'Should I provide assistance? No, he would ask if he needed it, so let's just wait.'

…

Wang Wei was left alone after the meeting. He discussed the group's next course of action in detail, including moving out of the Lawless Zone. Now, he only had two things to finish: Gu Xuan's Secret Resources and payback to Empyrean Black Heart. As for the group? They had their own task since the conquest was not completed.

There were a few scattered Empyreans or Tier 11 Insurgents in this place. Those people did not join or build any large factions, but they were powerful enough to remain relatively independent. The group's next task was to bring these people under his command.

'What should I do first?' Wang Wei contemplated. Gu Xuan's treasure is not going away anytime soon, but he is also not in a hurry to beat up Empyrean Black Heart since he tasked people to look out for that bastard. These tasks bring him immense pleasure, so it is a decision of which pleasure to experience first — acquiring great wealth or finally getting revenge (petty revenge).

'It's probably best I —' Wang Wei suddenly stood up from his cushion as he sensed something. 'So? Finally showed up?' He teleported to an isolated location of the lawless zone full of debris of destroyed planets, dimensions, and vast continents. An elderly man dressed in black and gold sat on a floating rock with a pot of tea and two cups before him.

"Come. Seat. Let's chat," said the old man with a smile, his brown eyes calm but reassuring.

Wang Wei looked at this person. He could not detect anything, no matter the mean; it was as if a normal mortal was in front of him, but that analogy made no sense since he could see everything from a mortal. He checked the surroundings before accepting the offer.

"You can call me Old Man Dai, or, if you want to be more formal, just call me the Hidden Master like the people here do."

"Wang Wei."

"I know. I know more than you think," Old Man Dai said, pouring tea for both of them. Wang Wei carefully sipped. The tea was subpar for something served by a Paragon, but it was understandable, given the latter was stuck in this hell hole.

"I know it's lackluster, but it's the best I can offer."

"What is this meeting for?" Wang Wei asked directly. "Are you here to show off and put me in place or something?"

"No. I'm here to talk and clarify things," Old Man Dai reassured. "Firstly, we are not enemies."