The Giant Lobster simply did not make efficient use of its precious clones like Liu Gang did.
It did not use them to cultivate, mine, or toil away.
It just played every day.
Wenren Sheng felt that was somewhat wasteful.
But it did not matter. Even if he said something, the Giant Lobster would not listen.
After all, he relied on himself.
The Giant Lobster was merely companionship.
He continued watching the transmigrator, Liu Gang.
Liu Gang was very steady now, having begun his shut-in lifestyle ahead of schedule.
Every day, he ate, absorbed spirit stones, and went online. In any case, his clones cultivated automatically.
At this rate, staying shut in for eighty or a hundred years would not be a problem.
At this point, the old Golden Pill cultivator could no longer endure it.
What was he supposed to do? He discovered that no matter how he fished, no matter how enticing the bait, as long as the other party sent out clones, all his tricks could be countered.
The other party was not stupid either.
Wenren Sheng had actually known all along.
The old Golden Pill cultivator had made a mistake. Heaven had already treated him quite well.
At first, two opportunities for success had been placed before him.
The first was to tear off all pretenses and attack directly.
The second was when he had sent a beautiful woman to seduce the other party.
He should have taken the route of marrying off a daughter.
The two sides should have built a good relationship without being so hasty.
He should have used a beautiful female cultivator with no connection to himself, manufactured a coincidence, and made her genuinely fall in love with Liu Gang.
Then the two could marry.
Only then could Liu Gang have been