Dance Of The Dragons

Zhang Fengxi wanted to wipe sweat off his forehead, but he ended up smearing the upper half of his face with mud instead. The prince of the Longjing Palace clicked with his tongue in dismay.

Thanks to his recent success in one mission after another, General Fu, that belligerent bastard of a superior, had grown to dislike Zhang Fengxi. He probably feared that Zhang Fengxi might rise to become his rival in the future.

Even though Zhang Fengxi did not originally have this intention, he was now more than motivated to kick General Fu out of his current position.

In order to exercise his authority, General Fu ordered Zhang Fengxi and his troops to wade through a swampy area in the Human Realm to look for clues of Xie Jianyu’s disappearance.

This task simply did not make sense because which self-respecting cultivator would ever meditate in seclusion in a stinky swamp area with zero spiritual energy? If anything, it was more suitable to serve as a prison for criminals.

Zhang Fengxi and his soldiers thus returned to the Golden Dragon Palace with empty hands. After all that, General Fu had the cheek to express his disappointment in Zhang Fengxi’s lack of contribution.

"And I thought that you would come back with a clue," he said while shaking his head in disbelief.

"..."

"I guess even the best marksman will miss sometimes, eh?"

General Fu laughed while smacking Zhang Fengxi’s shoulder.

Zhang Fengxi flashed his superior a scary grin. There was nothing he would love to do more than kick his superior in the head.