Taiwu Immortal Sect, mountain peak.
Lin Fan lay there, stroking the White Fox, while the mad elder was protecting Huang Jiujiu and initially negotiating with the little sun.
When the mad elder learned that the little sun was the youngest disciple of her father, he was overjoyed. "Junior Sister, this is Junior Sister."
He held her in his arms and tossed her up toward the sky, playing to his heart's content.
Even when bitten by the mad elder, he still laughed heartily, feeling no pain at all.
"White Fox, tell me, why do I feel something off in my heart?" Lin Fan muttered to himself. Between him and the White Fox, one spoke while the other blinked, the inexplicable connection leaving him utterly perplexed.
The White Fox rested its head on Lin Fan's chest, finding a more comfortable spot. As for the mention of kill, she could not understand it at all.
"Brother Lin..."
