"So, you old monster, you don't plan to let the Jiang Family's puppet masters help out?"
Inside the Red Mountain Academic Palace, Old Clay Pot Wu looked at Li Muyang's recent actions with confusion and curiosity.
The enemies in the Great Zhou Imperial City were immensely powerful, making it difficult for Li Muyang to contend with them based on his current strength.
Clearly, there was the Jiang Family, with its abundance of puppet masters, ready to be mobilized, but Li Muyang showed no intention of rallying them for battle. Instead, he spent his days steeped in the library, reading books, exhibiting a Buddhist-like detachment that bordered on abstract.
In response, Li Muyang shook his head coldly and spoke: "Although the Jiang Family flourishes, the path of the puppet masters has its limits. This road was nothing more than an evil deviation developed temporarily by Fairy Qinghe to extend the clan's lineage, and its upper limit is locked."
