Du Tong's view is the same as Nan Surou's; he also believes they're circling, but in fact, everyone else thinks they're circling.
Only Yang Fan can confirm they are not circling.
"Trust me, follow me, do not make a misstep, whatever you do—otherwise, you will be lost here and will never be able to get out."
While saying this, Yang Fan instinctively looked back and found out that an Elder from the Bodhi Sect was standing in the wrong position.
"What's going on? Didn't I say to follow me and do not make a misstep!" Yang Fan shouted angrily.
Yang Fan's anger baffled Du Tong and Hu Boqiu, as the Elder was only slightly lagging behind by just half a body's length.
"What do you mean, Yang Fan? You've already gotten what you wanted; what are you trying to pull now!" The Elder wouldn't take this from an eighteen-year-old, especially since he already didn't like Yang Fan.
