"Hmm?"
The middle-aged man's gaze swept over everyone, and they all obediently bowed their heads, showing extreme respect. However, Xu Fan, the person involved, still stood with his head held high, as if a crane standing among chickens, exceptionally conspicuous.
This made the middle-aged man furrow his brows once again.
Meanwhile, Arthur and others who knew Xu Fan were sweating profusely in distress. Although Arthur had decided long ago that even if Xu Fan were killed, he would refuse to intervene, he still admired Xu Fan.
This was something even Arthur wasn't aware of; he didn't know when he'd become captivated by Xu Fan's integrity!
Though Arthur was reluctant to admit it, he didn't want to see Xu Fan die under threat. Many felt the same, yet none spoke out for Xu Fan's defense.
The reason was simple: the opponent was Taoist! A Supreme Elder of the Taoist!
