Upon hearing Qin Lan's words, Fang Jie sighed, "Well, let them go then. With them all gone, I can make some bigger moves. The number of rushed troops lately has really been quite high."
"These natives, always causing trouble," Fang Jie cursed without good humor.
He already had plenty on his plate; the last thing he needed was them adding to his chaos.
If it hadn't been for how busy he'd been lately, his own advancement wouldn't have been so sluggish. Refilling his knowledge, adapting to his own Law Seed, nurturing its growth – all of these things took time.
Fang Jie didn't want to diminish his potential. To aim for a higher limit, he couldn't afford to act rashly.
Each step had to be perfect, or at least as perfect as he could feel it to be. At least until he faced a crisis that necessitated an early upgrade, Fang Jie would maintain this posture of perfection.
But with so many things going on, his recent progress had been frustratingly slow.
