Three more hours passed.
Mu Yanwan arrived late. Chen Yan finished cultivating, walked out of the Divine Formation Hall, and met her.
In the Small Courtyard, Mu Yanwan looked at Chen Yan, whose body was wreathed in Malice.
"Venerable Sir Chen Yan, the Malice on you..."
"It's nothing."
Chen Yan replied:
"Is the Boat Leaf ready?"
"It is."
Mu Yanwan watched Chen Yan head toward the courtyard gate and hurried after him.
"Venerable Sir Chen Yan, it seems the Wen Family has decided not to support you after all."
"Support me?" Chen Yan paused slightly. "Why would they support me?"
Mu Yanwan was taken aback. She hadn't expected Chen Yan to ask such a question. But at that moment, he gave off an imposing aura that made her lower her head without thinking.
"Miss Wen Jianjian had originally told her maid to bring you food, but in the end she didn't send it. Instead, she repeatedly invited Jiang Guanxin to visit."
Chen Yan raised his brows slightly and continued walking on his own.
"Cultivation has always been a matter for the individual."
Mu Yanwan's heart tightened slightly, and she quickly replied:
"Yes."
She lowered her gaze. Was Chen Yan making a point to her?
In Mu Yanwan's understanding, a person's rise to power inevitably required the accumulation of vast resources.
When she had cultivated to the Early Creation Realm, she had first used a Realm Fruit to advance to the Sixth Order.
Then, from the Sixth Order to the Creation Realm, she had cultivated entirely on her own. To make that possible, her Mu Family had spent nearly half the wealth it had accumulated over hundreds of years.
She wasn't the only one. Many people were the same.
But no matter what thoughts stirred in her heart, Mu Yanwan ultimately