Zhao Feng agreed without hesitation.
In the Canopy Great Country, he had no foothold and nowhere to stay.
Right now, he was like a rootless weed that floated around aimlessly.
Ever since the Alliance Banquet, Zhao Feng had reached the trough of his life. After entering the Great Country, he had been warranted for by the major forces. Whereas the Iron Blood Religion admired Zhao Feng and helped him.
Even if it was a wicked force, Zhao Feng wouldn’t reject them. After experiencing so much wind and rain, he didn’t have a clear idea of righteous or wicked anymore.
Furthermore, Zhao Feng still had a wish deep in his heart and that was to go back to the Thirteen Countries when he had enough strength and power.
