King Wuhuan's Worries

Lingnan, Fanyang City.

"Report, my lord! Matters in Jiangdong have gone smoothly. Our people have met up with the Yu Clan and left by sea through the Eastern Sea. Barring any surprises, it's settled. According to our reports, we've taken aboard more than ninety percent of the clan—over four thousand people!"

Jiang Yao had called Jian Shang out of his cultivation and delivered the report in a rush.

"Good!" Jian Shang's eyes lit up. "Prepare to receive them and escort the Yu Clan here with everything we have. Do your best to bring over any clan members still in Jiangdong, too. I don't want any regrets."

"My lord, this may create a rift between you and Miss Yu. Should I explain your reasons to her?" Gao Hong hesitated, then forced herself to speak.

By now, Gao Hong and the others understood Jian Shang's plan. He certainly doted on Yu Ji, but he also intended to use her to bring the Yu Clan under his wing. He had asked nothing of her directly. Instead, he had used her as the pretext while carrying out his plan through Deceiving Heaven, Crossing the Sea.

"No need. I believe she'll understand. Only she can work through what's troubling her..." The excitement and anticipation in Jian Shang's heart faded. He shook his head and sighed.

Once you're caught up in the Jianghu, you can't always do as you please.

As his faction expanded, Jian Shang had no powerful backing in the real world. Although he had amassed considerable wealth since Forging the Sacred Court began, funds remained tight. Taking Lingnan had sent the Wuhuan Army's numbers soaring and left him with an even worse headache.

Right now, Jian Shang was poor. Very poor. Desperately poor.

The Wuhuan Faction's industries might have looked prosperous, and its