"What did Wu Yuanzhi mean by that?"
Shen Changchuan walked along the road,
his head lowered, his expression grave, without a trace of the excitement and joy he had felt earlier upon obtaining the Formation Master's inheritance.
He could not help but overthink it.
The power struggles of this feudal age were simply far too treacherous.
During his two and a half years in Shen Family Manor, he had personally experienced their brutality.
This was completely different from the office conflicts of his previous life.
No matter how poor the relationships were in an office struggle, at worst both sides merely found each other unpleasant to look at.
You could always just resign and leave.
But in this world,
the conspiracies and struggles within great families could send one tumbling into the abyss with a single misstep, leaving one smashed to pieces!
It was precisely because he had sensed the cruelty of internal Lineage struggles that Shen Changchuan had decisively run away, pulling himself free from that enormous whirlpool.
He understood himself very clearly.
Having lived in modern civilization, he had absolutely no experience with the power struggles of great feudal-era families.
Even if opportunities would be far scarcer after fleeing outside,
and he could only obtain cultivation resources entirely through his own efforts,
that was still far better than somehow ending up with seven stab wounds in his back and being declared a suicide!
And it was for that very reason
that Shen Changchuan remained wary when faced with the unusual enthusiasm of Wu Yuanzhi, the Wu family Patriarch, whose strength and status far surpassed his own.
He quickly decided to keep him at arm's length.
When dealing with an old fox like that,
do not even think about forging connections or seeking mutual benefit.
You might not even