"There's still half a year..."
"There's still a chance."
Sun Wen sat in his executive chair, his expression somewhat grave as well, and spoke with a slight frown.
In just half a year, the once luxurious, tidy room had become extraordinarily messy.
Demon Crystals drained of energy lay scattered carelessly across the floor. Sun Wen's chin was covered in stubble, and his hair had grown much longer. He looked particularly weathered and haggard, no longer the graceful, handsome young man he had once been.
"If I unilaterally announced right now that I was giving you all of the Ink Pavilion's assets unconditionally, would that force you to break through?"
Yu Mo sank into thought, only speaking slowly after a while.
Sun Wen shook his head with a bitter smile.
"It's different."
"The basic requirement of my fortune is that I have to earn all of it myself."
"For example..."
Sun Wen rose, walked over to Yu Mo, and casually took a banknote from his pocket. "This money could count as something I robbed you of, or as something you tacitly allowed me to take as a gift. But either way, there's no difference."
"Fortune is about drawing wealth from all across the world, not seizing other people's property."
"There's a fundamental difference between the two."
"I tried the method you're suggesting a long time ago."
As he spoke, Sun Wen sighed and casually slipped the money back into Yu Mo's pocket, then sat down on the sofa and stared somewhat blankly at the ceiling.
"I should..."
"Already be the fastest-improving Ninth Awakening in the entire human race."
"Even now, I can still clearly feel my strength improving with every passing second."
"Because the Gold Ingot Group is still expanding, on top of my position as Director of the Finance Department."