Entering the inner sect disciples’ quarters, Lin Fan found that it was much quieter, unlike the bustle out at the outer sect quarters. Some disciples could be seen working hard at cultivating on top of peaks or at the bases of waterfalls.
Looking at these diligent disciples, Lin Fan did not head forth to disturb them.
As Lin Fan headed towards the peak of the Grand Master, he was greeted by the sight of Zong Hentian.
"Junior Master Lin!" Catching sight of Junior Master Lin, Zong Hentian broke into a smile. He had not seen Junior Master Lin ever since the expedition had ended.
"Junior Disciple, looking at your relaxed demeanor, I suppose you have quite a bit of confidence in the sparring of the geniuses?" Lin Fan chuckled.
Zong Hentian smiled awkwardly, "Haha, don’t tease me, Junior Master. It’s because I have no confidence that I’m out here taking a walk to calm my mood."
"How could you have no confidence when the sparring had yet to start?"
