As for the command of the Phoenix Creek Sect, the position ultimately fell into the hands of Lin Bu Jing, which left Long Zhandu feeling extremely discontented.
What's wrong with Slave Tao? Can't a Saint come from Slave Tao?
His application for command had been turned down by the Supreme Elders for this reason, and every time he thought about it, he felt immeasurably aggrieved!
Taking a deep breath, Long Zhandu finally mounted the Wind Qing Eagle Beast King and sped off toward the command tent of the Phoenix Creek Sect.
"Brother Long, you've finally arrived. Come over here," Lin Bu Jing said. He was clad in a white robe, the Profound Fire Ruler set beside him, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Looking at Lin Bu Jing's demeanor, Long Zhandu clenched his teeth in anger, itching to kick the man.
But he managed to control his emotions, took his place as deputy, and quietly stood aside with a few other true disciples of Phoenix Creek.
