"The only difference is that Chen Changsheng now has too many resources in his hands."
"So he no longer needs to use such methods to dismantle the enemy's forces."
"Our foundation in the Pill Epoch is far too weak. If we don't use this move, how can we bite off a chunk of fat meat?"
"This is what Chen Changsheng meant by going with the flow."
"The reforms of the Pill Epoch have already gathered momentum. No organization or force can stop them."
"If we want to survive here, we can only follow the tide of the times."
"No matter what our goal is or what methods we use, as long as they align with this era's greater objective, everything will naturally go our way."
After hearing Wang Hao's answer, Liu Yidao nodded. "Second Master really sees things through more clearly than anyone."
"Stop buttering me up. I'm not Chen Changsheng, so that won't work on me."
"Let's go. We'll follow the trail of the aristocratic families and search slowly."
"Let's see which of the five great clans will become the next unlucky bastard."
Nameless Small World.
"Pfft~"
Long Aotian, who was healing his wounds, spat out a mouthful of blood.
As the blood left his mouth, Long Aotian's aura weakened once more.
After his battle with Lu Jun, though he had held a slight advantage, his physical body had suffered irreversible damage.
Even with the Bitter Sea System and dragon blood reinforcing him, Long Aotian was still unable to stop his injuries from worsening.
"Gulp!"
He stuffed another pill into his mouth, and Long Aotian's mood grew even heavier.
He had now separated from the group, which meant Meng De and the others had lost a measure of support.
In this perilous environment, they could be wiped out