Hearing this, quite a few people nodded. They all understood these matters very clearly.
It was precisely because they understood that they felt such deep envy. After all, anyone exceptionally promoted to steward would soar into the sky, their status within the Liu Lineage reaching almost the highest ranks.
Once one reached the position of steward, the status of a deacon became insignificant.
Many people turned their eyes toward a man standing faintly at the forefront of the crowd.
He was an old man with black hair and a white beard, his appearance rather peculiar. As he stood there, all the deacons retreated several steps behind him with some apprehension, deliberately setting him apart and displaying the lofty nature of his status.
Everyone knew his name.
His name was Zhang Feng. His cultivation had reached the mid stage of Dao Comprehension, and he was faintly approaching the late stage of Dao Comprehension.
Among all High-level Deacons, he held the highest status and possessed the greatest strength. If a steward were to be chosen by exceptional promotion, he should naturally stand first in line.
This Zhang Feng was precisely the Zhang Feng Zhao Tong had mentioned.
Zhao Tong now stood beside Zhang Feng, his face full of a fawning smile. "Lord Zhang Feng, this promotion to steward will surely be yours. Once you become a steward, you must give us a helping hand."
Zhang Feng stood with his hands behind his back, the corners of his lips lifting. "Rest assured, Zhao Tong. I won't forget your merits, kid. Considering how you've shown filial respect to me all these years, once I become a steward, you'll take my position."
"Many thanks for Lord Zhang Feng's reward." Zhao Tong was overjoyed, already imagining the day he became a High-level Deacon.
Zhang Feng narrowed