“Has the Pure Yang Master discovered something?”
Wang Yu watched the crimson-gold points of light grow denser on the formation diagram, his brows lifting slightly. To Wang Yu, the current Pure Yang Master of Pure Yang Palace had always been more formidable in battle than in managing a faction.
Pure Yang Palace having reached the point of joining the Myriad Phenomena Sect was proof enough that the Pure Yang Master was not especially adept at managing a faction. But his current move was making Wang Yu reconsider. He had first narrowly defeated Liang Ming and gained prestige.
Then, seizing the momentum, he took control of the Sun-Holding Yang-Locking Ascending Cloud Altar and worked day and night, spending a fortune to swiftly establish its core defensive formations. With this, no one within the Southern Bright Camp could oppose him for the time being. Any outsiders who wished to act would soon lose their chance.
“The man has a few tricks up his sleeve after all,” Wang Yu said with a faint smile.
“But acting with such haste reveals his intentions. The Sun-Holding Yang-Locking Ascending Cloud Altar must be of special value to the Pure Yang Master!”