“Big brother Long Chen, it seems that these warriors of the Heavenly Dragon Legion like you. Perhaps we can have another ally in the future,” said Dong Mingyu.

The eighth legion, from its commander Shen Chengfeng to its regular warriors, all seemed to treat Long Chen with respect.

They were an extremely powerful legion. If they could have such an ally, Long Chen would have even more support.

Long Chen smiled and didn’t say anything. Using the concealing art that Dong Mingyu had taught him, he continued pressing on.

“What, did I say something wrong?” asked Dong Mingyu upon seeing his expression.

Long Chen sighed. “Although you are the most outstanding assassin, you don’t quite understand people’s hearts. Perhaps this is why assassins must maintain a state of emotionless indifference. The Heavenly Dragon Legion is different from the Dragonblood Legion. They don’t have their own thoughts.”

“I don’t understand.” Dong Mingyu frowned.

Long Chen explained, “The...