"Governor, are we really going to let Fang Mo run free like this?"
Silad's brow was filled with agitation and unease, his tone utterly grave. "That boy's cultivation is advancing at a frighteningly unnatural pace. Once he enters the Void Glimpse Realm, dealing with him later will be harder than ascending to heaven!"
Silad had long hated Fang Mo to the marrow of his bones.
In their battle years ago, he had nearly died because of Fang Mo. Every meticulous scheme he had laid afterward had also been ruined by him.
Over time, Fang Mo had become a nightmare lodged in his heart, like a suspended sword hanging over his head day and night, leaving him unable to eat or sleep in peace.
Mu Lei glanced indifferently at Silad, his expression cold and somber, and slowly spoke:
"Silad, you must understand the ultimate goal of our Liquid Metal Empire. Taking revenge on the Tianli Sect is merely one part of our many plans. Our true priority is to break the shackles of our current civilization level, and behind the seal of the Yin Ruins may well lie the answer we have sought so desperately. Before this great undertaking, all grudges and conflicts must give way."
Silad raised his head to look at Mu Lei, unable to hide the resentment and confusion in his eyes.
"Governor, is longevity really that important?"
As those words fell, Mu Lei abruptly turned his gaze toward him. His eyes instantly grew sharp and chilling, and the immense pressure of a ruler swept over their surroundings.
"Silad, remember this: lifespan is the greatest shackle holding back our empire's rise."
"Even the empire's strongest Level 7 Liquid Metal Battle Emperor cannot escape the cycle of life and death. Their lifespans do not exceed a thousand years. Only