As soon as Zhang Wuxing spoke, Li Ke's face turned cold.
Zhang Lin, seeing this, said angrily, "Step back, your father has his own plan for this matter!"
After speaking, he directly stood up and looked at Xie Tian, clasping his hands and saying, "Xie Tian, my young friend, I was indeed presumptuous in this matter, but I still believe it would be better for my son to join Young Master Xuan Le's battle array."
"No problem." Xie Tian smiled, stood up, and bowed, "Sorry to bother the Realm Lord, farewell."
"Hey!" Walking at the end, the martial disciple gave Zhang Lin a half-smiling look and left briskly.
"Putting on airs!" Li Ke sneered coldly, looked at Zhang Lin and said, "Lord Zhang surely knows the times. In that case, let your son quickly report to the main camp, or he might not have a spot left, haha!"
Zhang Lin smiled and said, "Please convey our gratitude to Young Master Xuan Le on behalf of the Zhang family."
