"The Mao family's situation is nothing more than a layer of paper over a window—it'll be pierced sooner or later. How could Beihu Zhan not know that? If he weren't about to withdraw from this region and be transferred to the rear, he probably would have acted already. The Mao and Ren families are bound to clash sooner or later; in the end, they need an opportunity to break the balance. I wonder what Uncle Mao is thinking." I answered with a question.
"I watched Brother Xia come along step by step. Every time you gradually revealed another ability, you amazed me. I never imagined you'd be so familiar with the internal power struggles of aristocratic clans as well. It seems we truly underestimated you, Brother Xia." Mao Feng looked at me in astonishment.
I knew I wouldn't be able to keep hiding it forever, but the Mao family wouldn't care about that. What they cared about was the same thing every great aristocratic clan cared about: profit was the foundation of everything.
"Although I'm a solitary cultivator, my master spent years competing with my fellow disciples in Liuxian City. Once you've seen enough, these things become familiar sights, don't they?" I said with a bitter smile.
Mao Feng shook his head and said, "Knowing about something doesn't mean you have the courage to do it. But my impression of you, Brother Xia, is that you're decisive in everything and never drag your feet. With that style of conduct, you've already surpassed many immortals of the past. You give people the illusion that anything you undertake will succeed, making them unable to resist trying their luck with you."
I couldn't help smiling inwardly. I hadn't been entirely action-oriented along the way; I often lost myself in weighing matters. But in