"Good plan!"

In the restaurant, Song Yan listened to the comments from the surrounding diners, and his mouth gradually showed a sneer.

If he goes to kill the native immortals now, they will become righteous and vigorous when they kill the takeoff immortals again, and they can also buckle the dung pot on his head, making him and Feixian League public enemies of the takeoff immortals.

Even so, Feixian League has a bad reputation now.

"Man!"

Thinking of the immortals who were searching everywhere for the chance to capture Feixian League and turn pheasants into phoenixes, Song Yan felt that what he had done was not worth it. He was...