"It's too few."
Ma Qianli shook his head: "It's a bit few."
"It can't be too many."
Fang Che's gaze was indifferent: "Too many would bring the risk of backlash."
He gave Ma Qianli a meaningful glance.
Ma Qianli's heart skipped a beat, he said, "The Master is right."
"The most important thing is that if our gathered faction is too large, it will face the Thunderous suppression of Dongfang Strategist on the Guardians' side when we go out, so we need to form a faction, but it shouldn't be too large, just enough to blend with the ordinary."
Fang Che said with subtle meaning: "Qianli, being down here is not the same as being at headquarters. The way to stay alive up there is one thing, but the way to survive at the grassroots of Jianghu, along with logistics, is absolutely different."
"I understand."
Ma Qianli's eyes lighted up: "I will seriously learn, Master."
"Good."
Having gained a Saint level subordinate, his first to submit, Fang Che was in a great mood.
