The Great Sage thought of much in an instant.
Not only was it about making these juniors take their enemies more seriously, but if he could take the lead and devise the plan, that would be best.
It wasn't that he wanted to vie for power or profit.
The Black Tide was merely the force the enemy revealed on the surface; the real formidable foes were those of varying appearances who possessed intelligence not the least bit inferior, even surpassing that of humans'.
They possessed civilizations, terrifying heritages, not merely monsters that understood brute force.
These hidden enemies, even in the war back then, had few contacts among the people.
The Great Sage was one of them.
Now that those old comrades had all fallen, he might be the only one who understood those enemies.
It was better for him to devise the plan than these juniors who knew nothing.
He steadied his spirit,
