"What did Wu Yuanzhi mean?"
Shen Changchuan was halfway down the road,
his head lowered, his expression heavy. There was none of the excitement or joy he'd felt earlier after receiving the Array Master's legacy.
He couldn't help but think it over.
The power struggles of this feudal age were simply too vicious.
During his two and a half years at the Shen Family Estate, he'd personally experienced just how brutal they could be.
They were nothing like the office politics of his previous life.
Even when things went badly in an office, the worst that happened was that two people couldn't stand the sight of each other.
At most, you quit and walked away.
But in this world,
the schemes and struggles within these great lineages could send you tumbling into the abyss at the slightest misstep, leaving you broken and dead!
It was precisely because he'd felt how cruel those internal family struggles could be that Shen Changchuan had decisively fled, pulling himself out of that enormous whirlpool.
He knew himself well.
Having lived in a modern civilization, he had no experience with the power struggles of a great feudal household.
Even if fleeing meant far fewer opportunities,
and he had to rely entirely on himself for cultivation resources,
that was still much better than suddenly ending up dead in some corner, seven stab wounds in his back, ruled a suicide!
That was exactly why,
when the Wu Clan's head, Wu Yuanzhi—whose strength and status far surpassed his own—had treated him with such unusual warmth,
Shen Changchuan had stayed on guard,
and quickly decided to keep his distance.
When dealing with an old fox like that,
there was no point talking about building ties or mutual benefit.
You might not even realize he'd sold you out until it