“Two powerful sects, both of which suit you well, are willing to accept you during your lowest state. Which one do you choose?” Lu Yin suddenly asked.0

Yi Shang hesitated briefly. “I would want to think about it.”0

“Think?” Lu Yin laughed. “Are you even qualified to think about it?”0

Yi Shang stared at Lu Yin in a daze for a moment before giving him a bitter smile. “True, am I qualified to think about it? The moment that thought appears, I’ve already failed.”0

To a sect, a fallen man was no different from an ant. Accepting such a person was already showing him great favor. If that man still wanted more, even a chance to consider the matter, he would be insulting both sects. The faster a decision was made, the more the chosen sect would feel acknowledged, even if only by an ant. From there, the greater the benefits the man would reap. The fact that the other sect would be offended was not something that such a person would even need to consider.0

Think? Many people were ruined by that one word.1

It was better for most people to be decisive.0

Yi Shang inhaled deeply. If given the opportunity to return to his youth, he would have acted more decisively. Given how long he had lived, he understood this principle. However, he had stood at the peak for too long, and he had unconsciously started to weigh his decisions. It was possible that this was also a merchant’s instinct.0

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