Daoist Qiangong was also greatly surprised, but he had seen his share of grand scenes and quickly said, "Good, Yang Chen. Those words alone are enough to prove that you are a fine man of the Profound Dao Sect, and that you will surely become a capable warrior on the battlefield in the future. The duty of a patrol soldier is somewhat beneath you. How about this? There is currently an open position as an attendant by this old man's side. Why not have you take it?"
Daoist Qiangong's words made the True God Stage experts at the side, along with all sorts of experts below the True God Stage, green with envy.
Th-this Yang Chen had truly stepped in a pile of lucky crap. They had seen lucky people before, but never anyone this lucky.
An attendant to Daoist Qiangong—what kind of sought-after position was that?
One had to know that in this region of the battlefield, there was no job that was absolutely safe. At most, some were safe for longer than others.
Yet the position of Daoist Qiangong's attendant was an exception. Why? Because as an attendant, all one had to do was follow Daoist Qiangong around.
As long as he followed Daoist Qiangong, unless a large-scale war broke out, under Daoist Qiangong's protection, there was almost no chance of any danger arising.
Moreover, when it came to military merit, Daoist Qiangong would never shortchange his subordinates each month.
Hearing of such a wonderful opportunity, they all wished they could rush forward and snatch it away from Yang Chen.
Yang Chen had not expected Daoist Qiangong to arrange such a position for him. He did not know whether to laugh or cry, and felt rather depressed inside.
He was not delighted. He was worried.
No matter what,