Zhao Dawei and Luo Chengliang strode over. Zhao Dawei was smiling as he said, "Big Brother Tan, this time, your Special Ability Group has made a great contribution."
Their thirty-odd subordinates also immediately dispersed, half-surrounding Zhang Bin. In fact, there was no need for them; the few members of the Special Ability Group had already formed a loose circle around him. It seemed that without wings, Zhang Bin could not escape.
"Hahaha... We still need you and your men to take action, Dawei. Who knows what kind of miraculous abilities the Rabbit King possesses," Tan Yonghao laughed heartily. He pointed to the painting Zhang Bin had created, shook his head, and chanted:
"Standing at the pinnacle alone, who can stand by my side?
For five hundred years, none have caught my eye.
I wish to return to the Immortal Realm, but alas, the heavens are high and far.
Helplessly, I remain in the mortal world, year after weary year."
