"We were born in Eastern Victory, and desolation fills our eyes wherever we look. Are the people of the cities on the ground not also outcasts abandoned by the Puppet Master Grandmasters and other Grandmasters?"
Li Chen's voice sank slightly. He continued asking and answering his own questions with ease, his tone steeped in an inexpressible bleakness.
But suddenly, his words took a sharp turn. "Yet as heaven moves with vigor, the noble man must strive unceasingly to strengthen himself!"
"In this world, the Creation Sect has passed down its tradition and bestowed its blessings upon all the heavens. We ourselves are cultivators who have benefited from it. There is no reason to give up when faced with mortals a rung below us."
Dong Pengfei, however, was destined to find it difficult to share those feelings.
Not only was he no Common Folk, he was also a scion of an Aristocratic Clan, born to privilege even among cultivators and blessed with outstanding talent.
Even if he never reached the rank of Puppet Master Grand Artisan, his future would still be that of a clan elder among the local magnates. How could he have so many such reflections?
Ultimately, Dong Pengfei cared more about what achievements he could make and what purpose he could fulfill.
During this period, Yu Youxian likewise traveled back and forth between the sect grounds and the Market District, securing investments and seeking personnel for Li Chen.
One day in late March, with his departure drawing near, Yu Youxian suddenly sent someone to fetch him. "Get ready. I'll introduce you to a few fellow Daoists."
Li Chen asked curiously, "Who are they?"
Yu Youxian said, "They should count as predecessors to newly appointed territorial lords like you. They are the various vassal rulers we met at the