Lin Fan had no intention of listening to a single word the Sect Leader was saying.
Why bother with all this?
Wouldn't it be simpler to just say, "I, as the Sect Leader, am paving the way for Wen Xian. All of you make preparations—it's forbidden for anyone to overshadow Wen Xian"?
Why was there a need to go on and on like this?
Did he not realize the kind of price the Immortal Sect was paying for this?
But on second thought, it wasn't too bad.
At least the disciples could gain some benefits.
At this moment.
The outer sect disciples led by Lin Fan were whispering among themselves.
"Wow, we're actually with Brother Lin. We're really lucky this time."
"Brother Lin is the son of the Supreme Elder, and he stole the spotlight during the True Disciple Ceremony, even gaining recognition from many senior figures in the Immortal Sect."
"This is incredible luck."
"But I wonder if Brother Lin is easy to get along with."
