"Lord Chen, what should we do?"
Among the chaotic forces, the Southern Sea influence could not be ignored. As the force with the most Dragon Transformed Sorcerers, it now seemed it had become marginalized.
When faced with the question, Chen Baifeng rolled his eyes.
What else could they do? At this time, it was best not to make any trouble and avoid drawing attention. Seeing the way these old fellows were acting, did they really still want to get involved?
Suddenly, Chen Baifeng felt that this generation of noble families truly lacked capable individuals. He thought back to the older generation, each and every one of them was tactful and astute. But this generation—aside from aging—had shown no progress at all. How could they even think of getting involved without weighing their own strength?
That they hadn't yet been eradicated was sheer luck on the part of their ancestors.