"That lucky bastard. Zhang Yi Nian's ancestors must have saved the heavens for him to have a core disciple like you," Zhao Qing Ying lamented.
He was still sour over the fact that Lin Fan didn't want to be his disciple.
"Senior martial uncle, rest assured I'm always ready to fight for the sect," Lin Fan replied.
"Hmph. I know what you are getting at. No further rewards until we finish off the Dark Lotus sect."
Zhao Qing Ying said and twitched his reddened nose from the alcohol.
He rubbed his nose and continued, "Anyway, well done so far. We called you here to plan for our final attack into the mountains."
A disciple then took out a map and unrolled it on the ground.
On the map was the layout of the Tai Mountains.
The only route into the mountains was like a funnel, a perfect ambush point.
Zhao Qing Ying pointed at it and said, "Lin Fan, you take charge and clear the enemies that could be in ambush before the others move in."
