It was like playing cards, a game of Fight the Landlord.
With a Rocket in hand, you would feel somewhat more secure, and play more boldly and aggressively.
And Yu Mo had this kind of secret weapon while Old White Ape did not, which meant Old White Ape was already a move behind in this game of chess.
"It's fine. Don't worry."
"Even if you're a beast that devours gold, with the resources of the entire Human Race, we can force-feed you all the way to the eighth awakening!"
Yu Mo was not disappointed by this. Instead, he said earnestly, "But once you reach the seventh awakening, you'll have to take over as Ink Pavilion Head."
"Mm."
Yu Sheng nodded slightly.
Yu Mo smiled. "That's a good thing for your cultivation, too."
"Elder Sun's aptitude was clearly inferior to Elder Zhong's, yet he entered the realm of the ninth awakening. There is... a deeper meaning behind that."
"I can't say much about this. You'll understand when you experience it yourself."
Seeing Yu Sheng's indifferent expression, Yu Mo spoke mysteriously, looking as though he would explain everything in detail if Yu Sheng would only beg him.
But Yu Sheng's expression did not change at all. He merely nodded slightly again.
"Mm."
Another "Mm."
The corner of Yu Mo's mouth twitched.
Of the twenty things this man said in a day, fifteen were "Mm"!
Would saying a couple more words really tire him out?
"Forget it. Two seniors from the support system on the Human Race's side have already started gathering those medicinal ingredients."
"Rest today and get yourself ready."
"Go straight to the medicinal pool tomorrow."
"Try to break straight into the realm of the sixth awakening in one push."
"A seventh-awakening cultivator this young would be one of a kind