Lin Fan: The Man Who Does Not Hanker for Fame and Fortune

‘Hais…’

A simple sigh, but it carried all the regrets in Lin Fan’s heart. After all, who would feel good watching something good slip off right at his doorstep?

‘Why did you choose not to believe me? All I wanted to do was to say a single sentence to you.’

Lin Fan held up the brick in his left hand and twirled it around before keeping it in his storage sack. Oh well, even though his prey had gotten away, he didn’t make a total loss in the end. After all, his physical body state was finally at a lesser celestial full cultivation level after these few months of hard work. This was his golden ticket to running amok.

Looking at the 10 feet wide gap, Lin Fan hesitated. Should he chase and bring back that fella? But when he looked at the murky black shimmering water-like screen, Lin Fan gave up on the thought.

Who knew what laid below that thing, or what sort of place he’d end up in?