Mo Wentian remained silent, wishing to encompass The First Sky in his hands, which required great power. Since the senior said so, he must have great confidence.
"Senior, how confident are you?" Despite his shock, Mo Wentian had to ask.
After all, the matter was of great importance, and any negligence might lead to the annihilation of the Mo Family.
"Ten levels." Ling Tianyu gave a clear answer—ten levels. He now had time to enhance his power; reaching the Ancient Wasteland Cultivation Level was only a matter of time, with no pressure at all.
Now everyone thought he had fallen; who would notice him? Not to mention those two old fellows. To put it bluntly, he could do whatever he wanted without any concerns.
To put it bluntly again,
Those who follow him will prosper; those who oppose him will perish.
That's just how domineering it was.
He would use both grace and might to make factions follow him willingly.
