The tribal warriors' blood was boiling, and they were already primed for battle. Each warrior radiated a fierce aura that condensed into various ferocious beasts, roaring angrily.
If Lin Fan made any move that unsettled them, they would pounce in an instant, tearing Lin Fan completely to shreds, leaving not even a whole corpse behind.
"Everyone, please relax, don't be so tense. I mean no harm, I'm just here to ask some questions."
"Of course, don't judge me as merely a cultivator; in truth, I'm more of a Martial Artist. It's just that my journey forward has become confusing, unable to find a path, so I resorted to cultivating Immortal techniques."
"Let me show you a move—perhaps you'd like to observe."
Words would be useless—he could only prove himself through actions.
He had accumulated Inner Strength for over a thousand years, and his earlier cultivation was entirely focused on Martial Arts.
