Hearing Lin Xuankong ask who wanted to become the Patriarch of the Feng Family, not only did the controlled Feng Ercai and Feng Sancai look alarmed and confused, but even Han Lu, Yang Mountain, Li Er, and Little Hu, who were drifting behind Lin Xuankong, appeared puzzled.
Seeing their bewildered faces, Lin Xuankong smiled slightly. "The Feng Family has thousands of Martial Cultivators under its command, extensive properties throughout the Great Marsh Prefecture, and more than thirty beautiful wives, yet none of you four are interested?"
Little Hu scratched his head. "We're all ghosts, how can we become Patriarchs?"
Lin Xuankong turned to him. "Since you spoke first, you will become the Patriarch of the Feng Family, Little Hu!"
With that, he waved his right hand, and Little Hu's Divine Soul disappeared immediately.
