Martial Path Mountain Courtyard, over at the pavilion.
Lin Fan was sitting with a solemn expression. There were several dangerous things placed on the stone table.
A long sword, a machete, and many small vegetable knives.
He placed his arms flat on the table, ripping his sleeves apart. He looked at the mark on his skin and was deep in thought.
Fortunately, Gou'zi wasn't by his side.
If not, he would hug his thigh and tell him not to. If Lin Fan died, what would happen to him?
"I know you can hear me, I am giving you one chance to scram out to chat, otherwise, I'll dig you out."
"Don't think that I am joking with you and also don't test my patience. There is a limit to my patience."
He was bluffing him.
