"Oh my god, why is it him?" Fang Lin inwardly cursed, ready to burst into tears.
This was just his luck, of all people, he had to encounter the one person he least wanted to meet.
The features of this Lord of the Western Town were identical to that of the Hall Master's powerful shadow Fang Lin had encountered at the Pill Pole Tower.
Of course, Fang Lin wouldn't naively think that there could be two Hall Masters who looked identical.
Without a doubt, the shadow of the Hall Master from the Pill Pole Tower was this Lord of the Western Town.
Fang Lin was distraught. There are thirty-two Hall Masters in the Pill Alliance. Why was his luck so bad that he came across the one he had a feud with?
Today, Fang Lin had learned the meaning of bad luck. It seemed his bad luck started from the moment he arrived in Xuan Country.
The Lord of the Western Town arrived with a grandeur that seemed furious but was not angry, looking down at everyone, to be exact, he seemed fixated on Fang Lin.
