Relying On Looks
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Outside the main hall, Lin Fan looked at those disciples who produced faith, pointing all of them out and making them step out.
He was wondering where to find men. This was naturally the way to do so.
Xuantian Sect was decent.
Not only did they give him techniques, but he was also able to meet so many disciples who had faith in him. It felt so good. He was pretty much the winner of life.
Those disciples who were selected all looked at Lin Fan in confusion and didn't know what he wanted.
They worshipped Lin Fan and felt like he was a god who had come down to the mortal plane. With his skills, he suppressed that annoying fellow. He was just so handsome and overbearing.
"Sect Leader, these disciples are fated with me, so I will take them with me." Lin Fan said.
He didn't care whether the Sect Leader agreed or not, but he didn't even want to repeat himself.