It was not only Xun Zhen Hui—quite a few other factions had also taken notice of Han Yuan. Information on Han Yuan had been placed on their tables, but since he had yet to display his strength, the attention paid to him remained limited.
"Master, are you going to contend for the position of City Lord?" Lin Yu asked curiously.
"That's right," Han Yuan replied calmly.
Mo Wuhui said awkwardly, "Master, we can't be of any help to you."
"You only need to take care of yourselves. There are plenty of opportunities here, and the methods of breaking through to the Creation Dao Realm are not limited to the three points that person mentioned," Han Yuan said.
"Master, that Du Heng seems to harbor ill intentions!" Mo Wuhui added, his words carrying a faint warning.
Han Yuan glanced at him. "He is merely a spy."
Seeing that Han Yuan did not care in the slightest, Mo Wuhui said no more.
"You may leave," Han Yuan said casually.
"Yes, Master!"
Lin Yu and Mo Wuhui withdrew from the palace where Han Yuan rested and entered a neighboring palace, where they began discussing matters.
"Senior Brother, should we go have a fight in the Deathmatch Arena?" Lin Yu asked.
Mo Wuhui hesitated. "Wouldn't that be too risky?"
Lin Yu laughed heartily. "Don't worry. How strong do you think Master is? Even if he is not at the Heavenly Venerable level now, he definitely will be in the future. Even if we fall, we can return in the distant future. Put a hundred hearts at ease!"
Mo Wuhui froze, suddenly feeling that Lin Yu's words made perfect sense. His confidence in Han Yuan surpassed even Lin Yu's. He might not believe in himself, but he could place absolute faith in Han Yuan!
Thus,