Tch!
Li Qingyun sneered.
"Yuan Henli thinks far too highly of himself. The fortune of the Abyss Clan, my ass—does he even have the right?"
In the eyes of those who considered themselves peerless strategists, everyone else, Li Qingyun included, might as well have been fools and ants. They toyed with schemes and calculations, believing themselves to be the ones moving the pieces on the board.
Little did they know that, in Li Qingyun's eyes, Yuan Henli was no more than an ant.
If they met outside the Abyss Clan land, he could crush him to death with a casual pinch!
On the surface, that man wanted to resolve all grudges, yet in secret, he was clearly constantly "mixing sand" into this poor Daoist's path.
Shangqing Heaven had repeatedly received lavish "gifts." The person behind them was most likely this Ninth Young Master Yuan!
"Such a self-important fool, even after ten thousand reincarnations, will still be an ant..."
Before Mu Yu, Li Qingyun gave this cool assessment, unafraid that these words might grow wings and fly away.
Forgive this poor Daoist's arrogance, but I simply disdain you, Ninth Young Master Yuan. What can you do about it!
With a thought of divine sense, the invitation card in Mu Yu's hand instantly turned to dust.
His figure moved, merging into the void as his presence faded from where he stood.
"Young Master, that was truly domineering! Among our generation, who else would dare judge Ninth Young Master Yuan like that?" Worship filled Mu Yu's face.
Amid the grand palace complex, deep within the Abyss Clan territory.
Clad in fluttering Qingyi robes, Li Qingyun passed through layer upon layer of corridors and halls, unobstructed all the way.
At last, after crossing the area where that majestic Abyss Tower stood, he arrived before