Ye Donglai wanted to escort Lin Fan away, but Lin Fan refused. There was no need for it, so why bother.
Inside the room.
Ye Donglai looked at their departing backs, then at the unfinished food on the dining table, and his emotionless face gradually turned somber.
"A wasted treat."
He sat on the chair, clenching his fists. The current situation was not what he had hoped for. It shouldn't have been like this.
But things didn't develop as he wished.
He discovered Lin Fan was somewhat different from what he initially thought, but only slightly so. If Lin Fan were really smart, he wouldn't have had a conflict with Ye Zhen Tian so soon.
As for why he didn't heed the advice.
Perhaps, as he said, it was truly to flatter the Supreme Elder.
Lin Fan walked on the slightly damp ground. There was a faint fragrance in the air; those plants around were wrapped in Spiritual Energy every day, naturally making them somewhat peculiar.
