The appearance of Lin Fanyin undoubtedly gave everyone a reassuring pill.
Especially the Lin Family disciples, each one was full of confidence and fighting spirit.
The Great Elder of the Lin Family looked radiant and exclaimed loudly, "Yes, Sect Leader!"
Even if tomorrow leads to our demise, this moment is worth it.
"Xiao Wan." Yan Tingfeng put away the long flute and swept to Ye Wanlan's side.
He reached out and gently hugged her, then lowered his head, placing his chin in the crook of her shoulder.
"Tingting, I know it all." Ye Wanlan also raised her hand to caress his back, "For Mr. Farouk, this is indeed the glory he sought all his life. I will feel proud and happy for him, but..."
She indeed felt guilty.
If she hadn't taken Farouk away from the Northern Lands, he wouldn't have died.
Yan Tingfeng's expression paused slightly, and he said in a low voice, "He ultimately lived for his dream."
