"Holding out for a hundred years is impossible, but twenty or thirty years shouldn't be a problem."
Lu Chang'sheng looked at Yan Yu's smiling face, inwardly filled with dark suspicions.
Yan Yu needs to keep everyone's spirits up, so there's no way she'd tell the whole truth— exaggerating a little is obviously necessary.
Twenty or thirty years; Lu Chang'sheng felt that he still had enough means to stay alive.
And in the coming two or three decades, he could increase his bargaining chips.
Like, should he finally put Foundation Establishment Pill refining on the agenda?
So far, nobody in the sect knew that he could refine Foundation Establishment Pills.
Once he could refine them, he'd become the true core of the Good Beast Sect. Even if things got as bad as the sect's Spirit Array failing, Yan Yu would never toss away someone who could keep the sect's flame alive; she wouldn't just find another alchemist.
