"No harm done. This master hasn't taken it to heart," Fang Lin said with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding the air of a reclusive expert as he spoke in an aged voice.
The corners of the three people's mouths twitched slightly. They were all somewhat older than Fang Lin, but in front of him, they felt like juniors, which was indeed a strange sensation.
"By the way, do you three come from Yuan Country? Which sect's disciples are you?" Fang Lin asked.
The leader among the youths replied, "The three of us are from the Black Cloud Sect of Yuan Country."
Upon hearing this, Fang Lin nodded and murmured to himself, "Black Cloud Sect, huh?"
The trio mentioned their sect with some pride, but Fang Lin's next words were a great blow to them.
"I've never heard of it," Fang Lin said bluntly.
The three of them felt an indignant surge. If you've never heard of it, why nod at all?
"This is not a place for conversation. Follow me," Fang Lin said.
