"Who is he?"
In the midst of a dead silence, Wan Beichen spoke, coldly fixating his gaze on Lin Fan, and asked.
Li Dunyi was almost scared witless, his face pale, his heart stopped beating, sweat pouring down his body like a flood, his lips trembling with a stammer.
"Young master... he... his name is Lin Fan, he's an Outer Sect Disciple... just entered Fuyao Palace a few days ago, so he's not familiar with the rules. Young master, I only know his name is Lin Fan, nothing more. I'm not familiar with him, as for what he says, that he's a friend of Sikong Xuan, that's just related to Sikong Xuan and truly has nothing to do with me!" Li Dunyi explained fearfully.
His face was sallow, the whole person devoid of expression, utterly numbed.
Inside, he was almost terrified to death!
Lin Fan said Sikong Xuan is his friend.
And Sikong Xuan is Li Dunyi's fiancée; what if Wan Beichen misunderstood and thought that he, Li Dunyi, also knew Lin Fan, what should he do?
Therefore.
