Lu Fan had always considered himself an even-tempered person.
But being even-tempered was one thing, enacting justice was another.
Nie Shuang, the big-headed child who had kneeled in front of Lu Fan on that rainy night, had begged him to save Nie Changqing.
Now, he had become a cultivator who was independent and self-reliant.
All along, Lu Fan had been paying attention to the amount of hard work and effort Nie Shuang poured into cultivating.
In comparison, Ni Yu was lazy and worked in fits and starts. One could say Nie Shuang was the symbol of hard work.
Who didn't like a hardworking child?
Nie Shuang was someone Lu Fan thought very highly about.
Because of this, there was no reason for Lu Fan to just sit by and do nothing when Nie Shuang was beaten up by the Lord of Xirong in the West County battlefield. The boy had been beaten to a pulp and had fallen into a coma.
On Beiluo Lake.
