Ye Wenjun said to the group, "Whoever is willing to charge forward with Laozi, I'll give him the vast majority of the money afterward."
"Boss, are you telling the truth or lying? Could you please stop deceiving us poor, weak, and countless people? We're not that easy to fool, all right?"
Ye Wenjun smiled. "Do you know just how formidable Saint Lord Taichu's influence is in the Jianghu? Whoever can knock Saint Lord Taichu down and replace him will surely become the future king."
"By then, all the ordinary people will believe in you instead of Saint Lord Taichu. Saint Lord Taichu will no longer be able to dominate the entire rankings. When that time comes, it'll be our turn to call the shots. We can take in disciples however we want and play this however we want. No one will be able to control us!"
"By then, I'll definitely make far more money than I do now. If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"
To a certain extent, Ye Wenjun's words sounded like he was selling them an empty promise.
The others shook their heads helplessly, mocking Ye Wenjun for not knowing his own limits.
"I'm afraid that before you even manage to defeat Saint Lord Taichu, you'll have already left this beautiful world. Do you know how insignificant we are right now?"
"Most of the pressure is now bearing down on us. I'm sure Saint Lord Taichu won't let us off easily in the days ahead. If you truly care about us brothers, then you should take back what you just said."
Some of his subordinates understood their boss very clearly. Ordinary people truly could not share their insight.
Ye Wenjun appeared generous and easygoing on the surface, but behind the scenes, he was stingy beyond