Amurong quickly delegated the rest of his devious plan to his secretary. 

"At this rate, in just half a year's time, Hong Tianqi's faction will become isolated. In the end, he's too weak to contend with me." Amurong stepped toward the window and stared placidly at outer space.

The secretary smiled. "Perhaps you're the only one who dares say something like that in the entirety of the Milky Way, sir."

Amurong shook his head. "I'm not saying that Hong Tianqi is weak—in terms of pure strength, I might not be his match. I'm talking about fortitude."

Hong Tianqi was, even after all he had done, a man of morals.

Amurong sighed. "Hong Tianqi has the support of Zhang Lie and...