One day later.
Ling Feng left the Lingshen Sect. Before leaving, he promised Duanmu Qingshan that if he ran into Lin Xian'er on the road, he would definitely persuade her to return to the Lingshen Sect.
Of course, Ling Feng didn't really think he would run into Lin Xian'er again.
Everyone is destined to have their own path to walk. All he can do is his best; he's not a god, he can't arrange every step of everyone's life.
After leaving the Lingshen Sect, Yeu Junyao started muttering again, "You know, for someone who's already at the Emperor Realm, you actually went and gathered such a bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals. The strongest one is only King-level. Such a weak sect is really a joke."
"Naturally, I can't compare with a scion of your Divine Race!"
Ling Feng's brows knitted slightly. He had a special feeling toward the Lingshen Sect; it felt just like his own home.
