The road ahead was still long, and there was much he still needed to work on.
He simply did not want to waste time in a place like this.
"Then this Alliance Leader position must bring in quite a bit of profit, right?"
After listening for a while, Ye Lin chuckled.
If there were no benefits, who would want to be this lousy Alliance Leader?
After all, at their level, power no longer meant much.
Strength would always stand above power.
Even fools would not do thankless work.
"Fellow Daoist Blood Slaughter, you flatter me too much."
Jian Changfeng said with a bitter smile.
Hearing that, Ye Lin was basically certain that this fellow had pocketed quite a lot.
"Are these people all from the Third Region? Now this will be quite a show."
"Tsk, I wonder how strong these people are. They'd better not disgrace themselves."
"Probably not. After boasting so fiercely just now, even if they do disgrace themselves, it won't be too embarrassing."
"I'm dying of laughter. Liu Laosan is clearly coming for Jian Changfeng, yet Jian Changfeng is hiding from a direct confrontation and egging on his friends to take the blame for him?"
"All I can say is that this move is excellent, and very much Jian Changfeng's style. After all, that's exactly the kind of person Jian Changfeng is."
"Fellow Daoist, you couldn't be more right."
Watching the two figures on the battlefield, the surrounding prodigies began discussing among themselves.
A good show was about to begin—how could they not be excited?
After all, even at their level, they still had hearts that loved watching a spectacle.
"Fellow Daoist, you really shouldn't have..."
Jian Changfeng looked at Ye Lin, unable to bear it.
In his view, the person Ye Lin had sent out was