Fang Lin lounged on a rattan chair, an expression of laziness etched on his face, his brows hinting at underlying worry.
He had barely returned from the Endless Dungeon when he was off again to participate in the so-called Three Kingdoms Competition, all while serving as a substitute.
Being a substitute was manageable, but what he hadn't expected was the fierce competition for the position. It wasn't something you could just declare and land.
This left Fang Lin feeling incredibly frustrated. At heart, he was a laid-back sort who despised inviting trouble. Unfortunately, trouble had a way of doggedly seeking him out.
Honestly, if it were not for the Dragon Blood Spring, Fang Lin wouldn't give a damn about the substitute role. Anyone else can take it for all he cared.
However, the prospect of bathing in the Dragon Blood Spring as a reward for taking up the substitute role was enough to spur Fang Lin into fighting for the position.
