"Cough, cough!"
"Since Zuo Long is the commander, I'll go make the arrangements."
Another half-step Heavenly Dao expert immediately stepped forward voluntarily.
Qin Shaofeng did not know much about Zuo Long's situation, but how could these people from the Three Continents not know?
Especially since the three of them were now representative figures of the Three Continents.
This gave him an even deeper understanding of Zuo Long's personality.
Qin Shaofeng nodded.
The man turned and left, moving so quickly that he seemed to teleport.
After merely a few breaths, he returned once more.
After receiving his affirmative answer, Qin Shaofeng rose directly to his feet and strode toward the door.
Zhang Hong and the other two representatives of the Three Continents were all inwardly ashamed.
They had been lofty figures for far too long. When had they ever seen someone so swift as lightning?
Especially when facing such a grand situation.
Shouldn't they first discuss things thoroughly, make a final decision, and only then act?
They still seemed not to know what they themselves were supposed to do.
When they emerged from the side hall,
Qin Shaofeng saw quite a few palace members secretly peeking at them.
After all, the collective movements of the Three Continents' experts were far too conspicuous. They had even lined up outside the side hall like a military formation—how could they not alarm the palace?
But when they saw that the one walking at the head was actually that drunkard from the banquet, the one everyone had found most unpleasant,
everyone froze in a daze.
Shouldn't the leader of the immortals be that young lord who was currently guiding our cultivation?
What was going on now?
"Set out!"
Qin Shaofeng did not delay in the slightest.
Yet under the identity of the Poetic Sword Immortal