Liang Feng, Shao Xue Cong, and Lin Xuan Qi looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.
Lin Fan glanced at them with his index finger on his lips, signaling them to keep mum.
"Master, I think it's because they are talented," he said and stretched out his hands. "You got the pills for them?"
Zhang Yi Nian frowned and after a moment, he took out six bottles of pills and passed them over to Lin Fan.
"I hope you are right and that they are truly talented," Zhang Yi Nian said, and he narrowed his eyes and placed his hand on Lin Fan's shoulder.
He knew Lin Fan was up to something as usual but couldn't pinpoint it.
Lin Fan gave him a smile and quickly diverted the topic.
"Master, what have you found out in the West Monastery? Do you have any idea what the Dark Lord wants this time?"
Zhang Yi Nian gave out a sigh and said, "There wasn't much we could salvage.
"Long Kong's head was smashed into a pulp of flesh.
