"Is there really no room for negotiation? This Grandmaster Li really is stubborn beyond reason, leaving all that money unearned!"
Within a virtual celestial realm of the puppet world heavenly net, several people gathered in a courtyard of antique elegance, sitting in a circle to discuss matters.
Not long before, Huang Zhonglü, the Puppet Dao Master whose help they had sought, had sent word that his persuasion had failed and there was nothing more he could do. They could not help feeling bitterly disappointed.
But Li Chen had already come into his own. They could no longer handle him the way they would an ordinary Puppet Master.
Moreover, Li Chen was now riding high. Open or covert, soft or hard, none of their tactics worked on him, and he had no obvious weakness they could seize upon. However much they coveted the exclusive cultivation provisions he controlled, they could do nothing about it.
"Exactly. Something as fine as grand void spirit iron ought to be carefully marketed and turned into a treasure. Yet he treats it as ordinary low-grade spirit materials and sells it for the price of cabbage."
"What's especially hateful is that he even restricts the supply channels, excluding us and several informants we previously contacted from the supply list!"
"They were clearly the ones who coveted profits and approached us to cooperate. Now they're blaming us instead, saying we cut off their source of income. Utterly outrageous!"
An old man in a brocade robe said composedly, "There's no need to bother with those people. They can no longer obtain grand void spirit iron, and they don't want to keep stockpiling it. They're not walking the same road as us."
The others sighed softly at his words. They understood the reasoning, but falling out with former allies was