"Just accept them as I told you. Stop making excuses."
Ying Ming Hao stood in the hall, straight as a pine. His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable firmness, as though once he spoke, his words became an order, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Only by rapidly strengthening yourselves, continually expanding your ranks, securing your territory, and swiftly building up your forces can you serve as fine steeds capable of galloping a thousand miles when I truly need you-charging across the battlefield, sweeping all before you, and helping me accomplish my great undertaking."
At present, the forces of Zhao Jun and the other three ranked only slightly above average in Ascension City, where dragons mingled with snakes and experts gathered like clouds.
They could not begin to compare with the Zhou Family, a top-tier clan that had occupied the city for years and sunk deep roots there. Even compared with the clan backing Wu Bao, they were as far apart as clouds and mud, with a gulf almost impossible to bridge.
Then again, if any one of their four forces were placed in the remote, desolate regions outside Ascension City, where local powers were loosely organized, it could easily become the unrivaled local overlord. Like a flood dragon entering the sea or an eagle spreading its wings, it would command awe far and wide, and no one would dare provoke it lightly.
"Young master, these are far too precious. We truly cannot accept such an enormous quantity of cultivation resources."
Still bowed, Zhao Jun looked earnest and anxious as he persisted in refusing. "Young master, your own cultivation journey is like rowing against the current: if you do not advance, you fall behind. Every moment requires vast quantities of heavenly treasures and spirit stones to sustain it. These