"You got a big cultivation boost through some bullshit luck, but at this level, it'll only get you killed faster!
This is a warning. You'd better listen!"
With that, they exchanged a look with the people from Prince Ying's Mansion, then spurred their horses and departed.
Yang Mo lay on the ground for a long time before he recovered, sitting up to spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. The pressure in his chest felt like it was about to explode.
Even though he had been far away on Tianmeng Mountain, he had heard about the situation here.
He wasn't an idiot.
He naturally understood that the mansion rivalries were an extension of the succession struggle. Behind the Ninth Prince's Mansion and Prince Ying's Mansion stood the Crown Prince Faction and the Fourth Prince Faction. And although Zhao Ci's maternal relatives were the Xiang Family, the Xiang Family had provided almost no help.
