Taiwu Immortal Sect.
The disciples were busy with their own affairs, moving back and forth within the sect. Some were trying to secure better resources and join the ranks of disciples from the peaks of True Disciples. Of course, there were plenty of those who thought very highly of themselves, choosing to always act alone.
They believed that one day, they too would become True Disciples.
Lin Fan walked along the road, feeling that furtive glances were being thrown his way.
"I guess I can be considered a minor celebrity now," Lin Fan muttered to himself. The troubles that come with fame are something most people can't comprehend, but he was already starting to understand.
That is, there are always sneaky gazes watching him.
A few disciples nearby naturally recognized Lin Fan and quietly gossiped among themselves.
"Isn't this the guy who just killed King Zhao Xian? What's he doing out here now?"
