These Immortals held great admiration for Lin Fan.
Because Lin Fan gave them a very different feeling. He was clearly formidable— even prodigies were mere defeated opponents in his hands— yet he treated them with kindness and courtesy.
Just like how a true strongman extends a little care to the weak.
That care comes with rich rewards.
Suddenly.
A wave of oppressively intimidating energy blanketed over the city.
Lin Fan looked up toward the distance. Far away, a figure stood, the source of the pressure engulfing the entire city emanating from this person.
"Why would they pursue me here?"
He pondered for a moment but couldn't come up with an answer.
"Fellow cultivators, we shall meet again if fate allows." Lin Fan cupped his hands respectfully. Then, grasping Bai Haitang by the collar, he headed toward the city gate.
Inside the city.
Xiang Fei said softly, "Brother Lin, the visitor is likely from Yaochi Sacred Land. But what could they be chasing us for?"
