A true friend is someone who will help you when you are in trouble!
The simple truth is that a true friend is someone who helps you when you are in trouble.
It was the same for a team and a clan. If your team members or clansmen needed care, you must help them out. This way, the team would be more united and the clan would be more loving.
The more he thought about it, the more guilty Feng Zhentian felt …
He regretted that he realized it too late, causing this branch of the clan to almost go extinct!
Perhaps this was God's will …
If a family wants to prosper, it must be united. It must bear all the dangers together. Only in this way can the family prosper.
Thousands of years ago, no one from the powerful Feng Clan realized this. After going through a low tide and even a crisis, Feng Zhentian came to a realization. The other grand elders also came to a realization.
Although the current situation was not optimistic, this was undoubtedly a good start. This kind of understanding would be passed down from generation to generation …
"This is my mistake as the Clan Leader! I did not realize this earlier! I apologize to all the ancestors who have passed away!"
As he spoke, Feng Zhentian bowed slightly. His sincere words made Feng Heng's eyes brim with tears.
'Their branch is really having a hard time …'
"I believe that after this calamity, all of us will understand this! Our Feng Clan will rise again and create a new glorious chapter!"
Feng Zhentian's voice slowly became louder!
He firmly believed this!
"Feng Heng! From now on, you are a core elder! You can enter and leave the Emperor's Domain as you please!"
Feng Zhentian took out a silver-white jade pendant and handed it to Feng Heng!
"Thank you, Clan Leader!"
Feng Heng received the jade pendant excitedly, his eyes glistening with tears!
Entering the true core meant that their branch had once again integrated into the Feng Clan!
"Feng Heng, become a saint as soon as possible! I believe that you will be one of the six branches!"
Feng Zhentian encouraged.
It was necessary for the clan members to compete against each other, only then would they have the motivation to grow!
"En!"
Feng Heng nodded heavily, his eyes glanced at Feng Hao and his eyes were filled with confidence!
As long as this young man was around, nothing was impossible!
"Oh right, I will arrange for the Third Elder to bring the descendants of Ancestor Feng Ni back to the Feng Clan! I will arrange a new territory for your branch! Cultivate well here and bring him to see me when he wakes up!"
Feng Zhentian left in a hurry after giving his instructions!
The Imperial City still needed him!
"Hu …"
Feng Heng let out a long sigh. For the first time, his lips curled into a knowing smile. He returned to his original position and sat down cross-legged. His entire aura was completely different from before!
...
After the return of Feng Hao, Feng Chen of the Feng Clan of the West Mist recalled all of the clan's disciples who had gone out, including those who were at the Saint King Mountain and the Wind Moon Academy …
It was a cloudless day, as clear as an azure mirror.
"Chi chi chi …"
From afar, streams of light fell like a meteor shower towards the sky above West Mist Capital …
They were all men dressed in silvery-white clothes. Every single one of them had an extraordinary heroic bearing, with handsome faces and sparkling eyes. Every single one of them was like a cold-blooded war god, emitting an extremely frightening aura from all over their bodies. There were only slightly more than a hundred of them, and they directly pressured the people of the West Mist Royal City to the point that they found it hard to breathe. All of them looked at those figures with fearful expressions.
Within the Wind Moon Academy, Hua Yunlong's body trembled as he walked out of his room. When he saw these figures, his face turned pale and his eyes were filled with shock.
He could not see through a single one of the people floating in mid-air. Furthermore, he felt a powerful pressure from these people that even his own Old Ancestor did not have.
He did not know the cultivation level of these people, but he knew that any one of these hundred people could annihilate the entire West Mist Kingdom.
"Just who are these people?"
He murmured, unable to even take a step forward.
Like him, the Hua Clan's Old Ancestor, Hua Shan Lan, and the other Martial Ancestor Realm experts of the various great clans were the same. The citizens of the West Mist Capital looked as if they were facing the end of the world, and unease was written on every single one of their faces.
At this moment, all of their gazes were directed towards the Feng Clan. This seemed to have become a natural reaction, and everyone immediately thought of that miraculous youth.
Hua Yuntian, Old Master Qiong, and Wanshuo were coincidentally at the Feng Clan. After feeling this pressure, Thirteen immediately appeared beside Feng Chen.
After the group walked out of the hall, they looked at the hundred people floating in mid-air, and their faces were all incomparably pale.
However, the strange thing was that Thirteen did not make a move, and only stared at those figures in a daze …
"This is too scary, I can't even move a finger."
Hua Yuntian said with a trembling voice.
"Could it be a Martial Ancestor?"
Feng Chen asked in shock.
With Wu Jing's current cultivation level, he was only at the peak of the Martial Spirit Realm, so he could only guess that it was only a Martial Ancestor.
"I'm afraid it's not just …"
Hua Yuntian shook his head with a pale face.
"What?"
Everyone trembled.
"What realm are Thirteen and the rest at?"
Feng Chen asked Thirteen, who was beside him.
Immediately, everyone looked at the unfathomable cold man that the Saint King addressed as Lord.
"Martial King Realm."
Thirteen retracted his gaze, and said coldly.
"Martial King?"
"Oh my god, how is this possible?"
"A hundred Martial Kings?"
Everyone cried out in shock, and their eyes were filled with deep shock.
However, no one doubted that what Thirteen said was wrong.
The men in front of them were all Martial King Realm, and all of them wore the same uniform. It was obvious that they were from the same faction.
And based on the current situation, they should be waiting for something …
They were not the main characters yet.
"Hiss …"
This discovery made everyone suck in a breath of cold air.
Just thinking about a faction with a hundred Martial Kings made their scalps go numb, and they did not dare to continue thinking about it.
It was obvious that the Martial Kings in this faction were only playing the role of a guard, and the real main character's cultivation level must be higher than the Martial Kings.
"Where did they come from? What are they doing in West Mist? "
Hua Yuntian asked in shock.
Not to mention the hundred people, even the Golden Dynasty could easily annihilate the small West Mist.
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