As a leader, one must provide direction to those below them; what matters is what they're meant to do, what they enjoy doing. Who cares if others call them foolish?
Thanks to the trades of Supreme Elixirs and the money earned from their auctions, the establishment of two bases was already no problem for Jiang Tang.
He hadn't even sold off any of the items from his space; casually producing just a few would fetch astronomical prices, but he didn't do that.
The Monkey, just as Jiang Tang had thought, sensed a hint of Buddha Light on these people, which wasn't what it feared the most.
What it truly feared was Jiang Tang himself; getting just a bit closer made its soul feel a vague pain, and that was without Jiang Tang bearing any malice.
The Monkey could do nothing against these humans, and seeing the food in their hands, especially those holding cups from which the scent of wine wafted, only intensified its feelings.
