Fang Lin didn't make another move. The elders of the North Town Hall rushed forward, their hearts jumping upon seeing Ling Changhe's condition.
"Fang Lin! How dare you behave so recklessly?" The thin elder immediately pointed his nose at Fang Lin and scolded him.
Fang Lin narrowed his eyes, looked at the man, a faint smile on his lips. "Are you ill? He barged into my home, attempted to kill me, shouldn't I have fought back? Should I have just stood there and let him kill me?"
The thin elder was enraged. Fang Lin dared to insult him by calling him sick. If it wasn't for the crowd present, he would have killed Fang Lin with one palm.
"Elder Gong, calm your temper." The other North Town Hall elders said to the thin elder.
Fang Lin snorted coldly, indifferently looking at Ling Changhe, who was half dead on the ground. He said, "This man has blatantly tried to assassinate a disciple inside the North Town Hall,
