130 The Battle Starts

Lin Fan was fine after breaking his oath, as comfortable as basking in sunlight, as refreshing as drinking cold spring water. His mind was at peace.

What oath? I don't know nothing!

"You killed him?" Mo Jingzhe cried at once. He was in disbelief, but excitement could be found in his disbelief.

Lin Fan raised his gory mace and gazed at Mo Jingzhe. "What about it? Is there a problem?"

"No." Mo Jingzhe shook his head like a rattle-drum before speaking in excitement, "I was not wrong about you. You won't cooperate with the bastards of the Sunshine Sect even when you are in danger. Even if I, Mo Jingzhe, fall here, I would still like to weather this with you."

He then looked at Jian Wuchen with grief and indignation and emphasized, "Jian Wuchen, Sword Master Wuchen, I, Mo Jingzhe, was really wrong about you. I invited you to tea and dinner but now it seems to have been in vain. You've disappointed me."