Zhao Daoran was momentarily taken aback by the overwhelming presence of the god of war emanating from Long Yan's furious aura.
Considering the situation, confronting Long Yan head-on might eventually lead to his fortunate demise, but it would undoubtedly result in severe damage to his own vital energy.
Now that he had just assumed the position of Acting Alliance Leader, there were many eyeing his position.
He mustn't recklessly deplete his own spiritual energy.
He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.
"I was just joking. Who doesn't know of your hard work and achievements, Long Yan? How could I assign you to gatekeeping duties?"
"Forget it, you can leave now."
Zhao Daoran waved his hand dismissively.
Hearing this, the fury in Long Yan's heart slightly subsided.
With a cold snort, he strutted out of the Blackwater Palace with a commanding presence.
