This wasn't because Yang Ming completely grasped his brother's weakness, but because Yang Ming painted a colossal, universe-invincible pie for his brother.
The absurd thing was, this pie wasn't unattainable.
"Then, bounty hunter, what do you gain from this process?"
"I will get the most crucial part: control over power," Yang Ming laughed, "I need a powerful interstellar force that is completely under our control, one that can rival the regular troops of the Sherman Empire."
"And then?" Emilia's gaze was rather sharp, "Do you enjoy power? But according to my intuition, you're using this to resist some kind of pressure."
"Power, who doesn't love it?"
Yang Ming clicked his tongue and continued:
"I've already completed the setup on the Wind side; next is just a matter of time. Emilia, your growth process will personally witness the rise of Wind.
"Now, I need to switch fields and open my second battlefield."
