The Truest Side

As the skies darkened gradually, Lin Fan thought that the time was about right for him to go have a look.

Ye Shaotian’s condition must have improved by now. The viciousness of <Ball Kicking> was something that Lin Fan understood. No matter what sort of cultivation base one had, strong or weak, as long as one was a man, he would definitely feel the pain. While he could not empathize personally, he understood.

Descending from the Nameless Peak, Lin Fan walked within the sect grounds alone.

Along the way, outer sect disciples who caught a view of him felt a twitch in their crotch, sensing the danger from this man. But that innocent, bright smile coming from Lin Fan made them feel that if they were to run off immediately, it would be rude, and in fact, even more dangerous.

If this guy were to think that they were being too impudent and sent a kick towards their direction, that’d be deadly.

"Junior Master Lin!" greeted the outer sect disciples who were passing by politely.