"Hmph..."
"Ling Pianran, are you trying to use your status as the Heavenly Maiden to suppress me?"
Feng Changgong snorted coldly, utterly ignoring Ling Pianran's imposing aura.
"Can the Marshal's Token really be handed over to you so casually? Do you have the sect master's verbal decree?"
"More importantly, do you understand warfare? Have you commanded a war at any point these past years? No, have you?"
"You suffered humiliation in the Black Nether Forbidden Land, got besieged by Young Ancestor-level beings, then fled to the Black Soul Forbidden Land to vent your anger. Is this what the Heavenly Maiden is?"
Lin Xuan's eyes gleamed. Feng Changgong's logic was crystal clear; one towering hat after another had come crashing down. He truly understood the art of political maneuvering.
"Unfortunately, absolute power can sweep away everything."
Lin Xuan shook his head and sighed inwardly.
"Lin Xuan, what are you shaking your head for? Get out. This is the Pure Yang Heaven front line. What is an outsider like you doing here?"
A voice like exploding thunder rang beside Lin Xuan's ear. Feng Changgong stared at him as though he were an ant.
"Hm?"
Lin Xuan was thoroughly displeased, his icy gaze sweeping toward Feng Changgong.
However, before he could speak, Ling Pianran had already opened her mouth.
"Lin Xuan was invited by me. You are not worthy of giving him orders."
"Feng Changgong, who told you that I suffered humiliation in the Black Nether Forbidden Land and fled back here to vent my anger?"
Hearing this, Feng Changgong withdrew his gaze from Lin Xuan.
"Hehe... Ling Pianran, don't tell me you want to claim that you returned unharmed from the hands of two Young Ancestor-level figures? And even... while dragging along dead weight."
"You are the Heavenly Maiden who has brought