"Hiss!"
Everyone on the platform gasped in shock, all looking at Lin Fan as if they had seen a ghost.
Horror!
Panic!
Surprise!
Astonishment!
Shock!
An Eighth Rank Ancient Saint, daring to speak to an Inner Sect Disciple of Fuyao Palace in such a manner.
"Gulp!"
"Gulp!"
"Gulp!"
Everywhere, the sound of swallowing!
"He... did he just... mock Young Master Li?" A young man hesitated for a second and asked softly.
"Shut up!"
An elder next to the young man, with his scalp tingling in fright, shouted angrily, "Is Young Master Li's matters something you can comment on casually? Shut your mouth!"
"Yes... Grandfather, I should not have spoken out of turn."
The young man, nearly crying with fear, his face turned pale as he lowered his head in terror.
"This lad… really is… dangerous… But not dangerous himself, but rather… he invites danger!" Wang Meng also swallowed hard, his gaze sweeping over Lin Fan with a strange expression.
