The Sect Leader watched Lin Fan's departing figure, knowing he was off to stir up trouble again.
Can't he just be a little more restrained?
He had to admit, Lin Fan was someone completely out of the ordinary, the likes of which he'd never encountered in all his years of cultivation.
Too much of a troublemaker.
After leaving the Taiwu Immortal Sect, Lin Fan stopped by the Demon Path's territory to take a look. The conflict between demons and the Demon Path had temporarily ceased, with both sides shrinking into their corners. The demons, having taken over a large stretch of land, hadn't initiated further clashes.
He arrived in this place.
Pausing for a moment of silence, Lin Fan had some thoughts on the current state of affairs, but he didn't dwell on them too much.
Let them fight.
The fights would always end the same way they had before—without any real change.
Suddenly.
He felt a gaze directed at him from below. Looking down, he saw a demon staring at him.
So weak.
