Ever since that teasing by Lin Zifeng, the woman named Yu has been taking out her frustrations on those around her almost every day.
Since she was particularly skilled in fighting, the poor companions around her suffered the brunt of her tough training, and they weren’t allowed to hurt her.
As a result, it was always us men who ended up getting hurt.
Outside Sand Castle stood two rows of experts lined up neatly: one side from the Ability Society, with masters of wind, rain, thunder, and fire, and the other side stood the old guards from the Martial Arts Alliance like Fang Yizheng.
All these old fellows were Long Zaitian’s usual elite bodyguards, only three in number, but their terrifying strength was not to be underestimated.
Especially the few members of the true Ability Society that Lin Zifeng had never seen before, their grave aura was incomparable to those of the Martial Arts Society.
Upon close observation, these experts actually all possessed the Vital Energy Expelling Realm’s strength!
They were on the same level as masters of wind, rain, thunder, and fire!
"Kid, you’ve finally arrived, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time," said Long Zaitian with a loud laugh as he stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Lin Zifeng’s shoulder, treating Lin Zifeng more like his own grandson than his actual grandson, Long Yunfei.
The leader of the Ability Society looked at Lin Zifeng with a consistent, beaming smile, and didn’t seem to take to heart the fact that Lin Zifeng had crippled Long Tianya.
"Kid, with how much the old Long patriarch values you, your future achievements are boundless!"
The leader of the Ability Society, just like nothing had happened, beamed at Lin Zifeng.
But in reality, he despised Lin Zifeng. Even the most potential king of the Ability Society, the leader among the younger generation, had been crippled by him. If it weren’t for the face of the Dark Angel, he would have already disabled Lin Zifeng himself, so why bother keeping up this heartless façade?
"Sorry for the delay, I was held up by something at home. My apologies," Lin Zifeng said with a bow, expressing his regret.
Both old foxes were seasoned by time. Long Zaitian waved his hand and said, "Well then, time’s running short. To restore peace to Huaxia as soon as possible, the place you’re heading to this time might be a bit far. Once there, just follow Fang Yizheng, and if there’s anything you don’t understand, ask him anytime."
"A bit far? How far?"
Lin Zifeng’s smile slowly faded as he glanced at a helicopter parked in the distance. By the looks of it, surely they weren’t going to fly to Fusang, right?
"You’ll know once you get there."
"Alright, since Elder Long has arranged everything, I have nothing to worry about. It’s just a mission," Lin Zifeng said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.
After saying goodbye to Long Zaitian, a group of experts from both the Martial Arts Alliance and the Ability Society gradually started boarding the helicopter.
The helicopter had a decent capacity; even with so many people, it didn’t seem crowded. However, as Lin Zifeng passed by the masters of wind, rain, thunder, and fire, including the experts of the Ability Society, they all swept their gaze over him unanimously. For him, a loner who didn’t know anyone, it felt as if they weren’t here to complete a mission but rather to find a place to give Lin Zifeng a thorough beating.
"Yo, isn’t this Miss Yu? What’s up? You’re here too?"
Lin Zifeng said, blatantly fluttering his eyelashes at her, in front of everyone in the cabin.
Yu was so angry that she almost stood up and slapped him.
"You better behave yourself!"
At that moment, the fully geared master from the Ability Society beside Yu warned Lin Zifeng indifferently.
Lin Zifeng looked him up and down from head to toe. You’ve got to hand it to the so-called number one organization of Huaxia, the Ability Society, they really had impressive gear: not to mention anything else, but that pure black combat uniform and high-quality equipment could really intimidate others.
At first glance, it looked like they were the elite forces of the Empire that never left the country for missions, especially since their chest totem was a dragon pattern, similar to the Martial Arts Society’s shoulder patches. However, the totem of the Martial Arts Society was much more domineering than that of the Ability Society.
"Mm-hmm, the Guardian Angel’s here too, so I guess I better keep my head down," Lin Zifeng murmured to himself as he sat down next to Fang Yizheng.
This peculiar old man had kept his eyes closed as if meditating since boarding the helicopter, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.