There was Lin Batian, the pivotal point of the Corpse Refining into God Formation.
At this moment, Ning Fan was leisurely lying on the office desk, enjoying the downtime after a busy period.
Rose's ten-day trip to Huaxia had ended, and she took a flight back to the Tai Kingdom the morning before.
"I'm exhausted, I'm never doing this again."
Recalling a scene from the fan meeting, Ning Fan still felt a lingering fear.
Faced with those fervent fans, Ning Fan and his subordinates could only form a human wall to fend off what felt like a tidal wave of a charge.
Seeing their idol so close, the fans frantically reached out, trying to get a close encounter with the idol.
As a result, all those enthusiastic hands landed on Ning Fan and his group.
Ning Fan was still doing okay, although he dared not use True Qi to protect himself, mainly fearing it would harm ordinary people.
But with his copper skin and iron bones, except for his clothes getting torn, he didn't lose a single hair.
