The figure walking calmly from the foot of the mountain was none other than Ling Fan, Official Ling.
It wasn't long before Ling Fan had reached halfway up the mountain. The originally chattering crowd suddenly stopped talking and all turned to look at him.
Long Tianjun's eyes narrowed slightly; his hatred for Ling Fan was indelibly etched in his heart, so deep that flaying his skin and extracting his muscles would hardly alleviate his rage.
The phrase from back then, "The Long Family counts for nothing", still echoed in his ears to this day, lingering like the residuals sounds around the beams, unceasing for three months!
"You bastard, I didn't expect you to actually have the guts to come. Today, I'll make sure you have no place to be buried!" Long Tianjun declared through gritted teeth.
