Position of Divine Lord

He glanced at Zhen Ling in surprise, then turned his head to look at Jian Wushuang.

He assumed it was Jian Wushuang's idea.

But Jian Wushuang shook his head!

This matter was not Jian Wushuang revealing their true strength, but Zhen Ling's own decision.

"Back then, I wronged you. This is a form of compensation, but don't get complacent, the order is only temporary!" Zhen Ling smiled faintly and patted Wu Zuo's shoulder.

Wu Zuo was taken aback, and his eyes turned red; he hadn't expected that Zhen Ling would care so much about him one day.

It was a kind of care that didn't depend on strength.

It wasn't because he was powerful that he was cared about.

Since returning to Qishen Temple, he had often wanted to show off in front of Zhen Ling, to let Zhen Ling see how strong he had become.

He didn't want to disgrace his master.

But he had never had the opportunity to showcase his abilities.