"If I lose, I'll go and guard the door at your Ten-thousand Medicine Sect," Fang Lin casually suggested.
This time, the hearts of everyone from the Purple Mist Sect jumped. Everyone tried to dissuade him, even Han Luoyun gave Fang Lin a sideways glance.
If he won, it would be fine. But if he lost, the consequences would be severe.
If the proud True Disciple of the Purple Mist Sect, apprentices of Han Luoyun, were to be reduced to doorkeepers for the Ten-thousand Medicine Sect, everyone in the Qian Country would laugh their heads off, and the reputation of the Purple Mist Sect would be completely tarnished.
"Hmph, this is ridiculous; you're not just representing yourself but the entire Purple Mist Sect. You can't be this frivolous," Elder Jin immediately seized the opportunity to rebuke.
