How could Lin Fan and Gu Qingcheng know what Master Qin Yin was planning? Fortunately, Lin Fan didn't know; otherwise, he'd surely be cursing. "This is your old grudges from thirty years ago. If you want to seek revenge, go after that old man Lin Kongxian. What's it got to do with me?"
Lin Fan was tied up tightly and locked in a room in the backyard, with two disciples guarding the door diligently, not daring to relax for a moment. This was a direct order from the Supreme Ancestor. If Lin Fan were to escape, they would be in big trouble!
At this moment, Lin Fan was lying on the bed, trying to break free from the ropes. He had no idea what material these ropes were made of. After struggling for half a day, they didn't loosen at all!
Sweat dripped from Lin Fan's head before he stopped struggling and lay down on the bed to rest for a while.
"Damn it! Ugly old hag, don't let me find a chance, or see how I'll deal with you. Pisses me off!" Lin Fan cursed.
Marriage?
