A wave of irritation washed over Lü Zhong.
'The tree wishes for stillness, but the wind never ceases...'
All he, Lü Zhong, wanted was to cultivate in peace, yet he kept running into one problem after another. First, it was the Loose Cultivator Shi Jing, who had his eyes on the Three Sects of Bihai. Now, it was the Buhong Mountain Fang Family.
It was truly one thing after another.
On second thought, perhaps this was just how things were.
Wherever there is profit, there is conflict.
So be it.
'I'd better focus on how to solve this problem.'
This was a matter concerning his path of cultivation. Lü Zhong was unwilling to give up the Chengde Commerce Association. It was a golden hen that could gather vast quantities of Spirit Medicine for him, its value no less than that of an entire Spirit Stone Mine.
So, no matter what, he had to put up a fight with all he had.
Even against the Buhong Mountain Fang Family!
