"Senior Brother Zuo, I don't think the Chief's intentions are limited to that."
Sun Cheng rarely spoke, because as someone close to Su Che, no matter what he said, people would assume it was Su Che's meaning.
Before today's banquet, Su Che had already sounded Sun Cheng and Lü Zheng out, telling them the direction of his changes precisely to guard against a situation like this.
The Reverted Elixir cultivator named Zuo Siming turned and looked solemnly at Sun Cheng.
"What insight does Junior Brother Sun have?"
"Since we are refining pills, I believe the most important thing is what pills we refine, not how we refine them."
Sun Cheng weighed his words carefully.
He actually had no interest whatsoever in Zuo Siming's ideas.
There was no other reason: Sun Cheng himself was a Divine Communion cultivator. If they truly followed Zuo Siming's approach, Divine Communion cultivators like Sun Cheng would be nothing more than overseers of slave labor—slaves of a slightly higher grade.
"If the pills we refine cannot be sold and cannot be exchanged for all kinds of resources, then they have no meaning at all."
Zuo Siming looked at Sun Cheng and dearly wanted to ask the brat one question: Could he not understand human speech?
What Sun Cheng had said did not conflict with what he had said in the slightest.
He had been talking about how to produce them, while Sun Cheng was talking about the selection of specific pills.
Did Sun Cheng's pills not need to be refined?
But as a Reverted Elixir cultivator who had immersed himself in the Longevity Sect for many years, Zuo Siming understood the current situation very clearly.
Don't speak. Put on an expression as though the other party is absolutely right.
Because Sun Cheng was no longer speaking