The scene in front of the peak’s gate did not bother Lin Fan at all. Man, it was not even any of his business. Now that the fiasco was over, it was time to scoot.
But for the disciples camping in front of the gate, each of their expressions were worse than the other. Some of them were saddened beyond words while some sighed continuously, expressing their helplessness.
Back at his own sect, Lin Fan came back to Zhang Ergou and Feng Bujue, who were getting along pretty nicely.
Based on cultivation bases, Feng Bujue’s was way superior compared to Zhang Ergou, just like heaven and earth. But Feng Bujue was actually referring to Zhang Ergou as the senior brother?!?
This fact astonished Lin Fan, and he wondered what tactic Zhang Ergou had employed for this outcome.
Arrival of night…
Zhang Ergou and Feng Bujue had long returned to rest in their wooden shed. Lin Fan stared at the night sky with a deep gaze which revealed his hollowness, and let out a slight sigh.
