"Demon Slayer Feng Yue, you actually dare to show your face, throwing your brothers under the bus and running away yourself, call yourself a clan leader?"
Little Smoke Gun stood up. When he first joined the Qing Emperor Alliance, he planned to show off and achieve a higher position. How could he miss this opportunity?
In his eyes, even if it was the Black Hegemon branch stronghold, its future was much wider than the former Demon Slaughter Pavilion. He could tell this just by looking at the difference between the public warehouses of the two groups. Moreover, his little sister received special training because she could sew a unique double-capacity treasure bag. She upgraded a level in her weaving craftsman profession in just a few days, something unimaginable in the past.
