"Brother Xuan is back!" exclaimed the disciples of the Southern District upon seeing Lin Xuan's return.
Lin Xuan smiled and nodded, but his heart sank when he saw the disciple's face. He quickly employed his Step Technique and rushed over.
Whoosh!
A figure sped past, stirring up a gust of wind. By the time everyone could see clearly, Lin Xuan had already appeared before them.
"What happened?" Lin Xuan's voice carried anger as he saw that around a dozen disciples were standing with bruised faces and bodies covered in blood. Some couldn't even stand, only able to lean against the wall and moan.
"Brother Xuan..." These disciples clenched their fists, looking helplessly at another group of people.
"Are you that Lin Xuan who can fix Weapons?" At that moment, a cold voice came from the side.
Suppressing his anger, Lin Xuan turned his head to see a young girl in a green robe being surrounded and protected by a group, like a proud little peacock. He asked coldly, "Did you start this?"