After Long Liu's ascension, the heavens calmed. The oppressive pressure in the sky faded, and the last remnants of lightning scattered like fireflies in the wind.
Feng Fan exhaled deeply, his hands behind his head, already turning around. "Alright, let's go home," he said with a lazy grin.
Dong Tao gave him a nod, while Xue Qiang reached for Feng Fan's arm with a smile. But just as they were about to depart, a cold voice rang behind them.
"Feng Fan, I want to ask you a favor."
The words made him freeze.
He turned his head slowly and saw a stunning woman with long hair. Fan Ying, the sect master of the Dao Seeking School. One of the two ruling powers in Red Pole.
Feng Fan's smile tightened like a man caught red-handed stealing money.
'Why are it always powerful people who want favors?' he thought bitterly. 'Can't a mortal farmer ask me to help with chickens or something for once?'
