Bu Yaolian, as a product of the faith of the Undying Sect, a being born of the power of belief, was sharp-witted and cunning.
He could tightly control his expression.
Even when faced with the great joy of being promoted to Fourth-in-Command, he showed almost no delight.
“Greetings, Third-in-Command.” Bu Yaolian bobbed and bowed to Yun Mengmeng with flattering respect.
The Undying Line’s ranks were strict; not a hair’s breadth of overstepping was permitted.
Yun Mengmeng’s close friend holding a higher position was only proper.
Right now the Undying Line had one Immortal, one Lu Yang who could take on Li Haoran, and two half-immortals.
In other words, the four of the Undying Line were at least half-immortal fighters — strong, well-armed, and brimming with talent.
Few forces in the world could match them.
“It’s rare that our Undying Line is gathered together. This Immortal will teach you how to use the Undying Dao Fruit prototype in battle.”