Wu Qi glanced back over his shoulder at the few huge stone pillars that loomed before the Directorate of Celestials, his mouth curving into a smile.
Was this the internal struggle of those clans in Great Yu? Each of their children was sparing no efforts to climb to a higher position, and when something of interest appeared, they would leap over and devour it in an instant like a pack of mad dogs. No kinship or brotherhood would come into their minds in such a naked competition, only the plain, cold exchange of interests.
'Is this the way for the clans in Great Yu to survive on Pangu Continent? Only the strongest clan member can make the clan thrive.' thought Wu Qi.
