Wang Wu finally understood.
If there wasn't competition between the Mountain Master of Mu Yang and the King of Xijiang, and if the West River Water Race wasn't controlling the water resources arbitrarily.
Then actually, Big Macaque, Old Zhou, Master Mu, and Jia Ding Monkey would live quite comfortably.
They would only need to take a few minutes a year to handle affairs, and the rest of the time would be spent happily cultivating, playing, eating, and drinking; how could there be such troublesome matters?
Their existence is meant to enjoy such benefits and ensure the normal operation of this system.
Whether other lower-level beings have the opportunity to transcend their class, what does that have to do with them?
If it were Wang Wu, he would also find it very reasonable.
"Enough, why think too much? I'm not a savior, I just want to live well. Fifty barrels a day, just enough to rain over this ten-mile grove, perfect!"
