Zhen Tian Peak.
This place is a peaceful and tranquil land of immortals, serene and harmonious, a gentle haven, but on this day, its tranquility is about to be shattered.
Lin Fan and the others stood at the foot of the mountain.
They appeared nothing like they did before—with no signs of restraint—acting as if they'd come to some insignificant, ordinary spot.
The surrounding disciples noticed Lin Fan and radiated a fervent vibe, one that screamed, "I want to cling to him! Could I get a chance to kiss up to him?" But being too shy, they only stood in place, staring wide-eyed at him.
They whispered amongst themselves.
"That's Lin Fan? Unbelievable luck that guy has."
"The son of the Supreme Elder? Doesn't that practically make him the little tyrant of the Taiwu Immortal Sect?"
"I really want to be friends with him."
"Oh, come on! Be realistic—you're dreaming if you think the Supreme Elder's son is going to be your friend. You're just hoping to cling to his power."
