"I'm just too eager to improve!"
Master San Nong's eyes brimmed with hope as he wished Qin Feng would give him a chance.
"Improving doesn't mean you have to go to Lingxiao Palace!"
Ignoring Master San Nong's plaintive gaze, Qin Feng began assigning them their destinations. "Guang Tian and Bairi can go visit the God of War Hall. With your talents and your experience on the battlefield in the Lower Realm, you should have no trouble there. Old Qi and his wife can come back to the Immortal Alliance with me to cultivate. As for Lingxiao Palace, Miss Dongfang can give it a try. If it doesn't work out, you can always come back to the Immortal Alliance and find me."
"Yes!"
No one objected. They all nodded and accepted their assignments.
"What about us?!"
The three scoundrels of the Qin Huai River gazed at Qin Feng eagerly, wondering what jobs he had in mind for them.
"You three have thick skins. You can do whatever you want!"
Qin Feng glanced at them and didn't assign them any work.
After all, the three of them had never been the sort to sit still. Giving them jobs would show he didn't trust them, and would also hold them back.
"That's one way to put it..."
Mu Xiu muttered under his breath.
He couldn't tell whether it was praise or an insult.
"I'm innocent!"
Ren Huan screamed inwardly, insisting that he wasn't thick-skinned.
"Oh, right!"
Qin Feng suddenly added, "I heard that when Long Aotian was hunting down Ye Chen, he destroyed the Immortal Realm's most mysterious sect, the Tianji Sect. If you don't know where to go, you can visit the sect's ruins first."
"The Tianji Sect?!"
Mu Xiu immediately furrowed his brow and asked, "The Tianji Qimen Your Majesty passed