Lin Fan was pondering something.
He realized that the prodigies of these major sects always had an air of arrogance. This kind of mentality was great—because the prouder they were, the more spirit stones he could sell them for.
"It's you… it's you!"
At this moment, a furious roar rang out.
From the sound of it, it seemed as though the person bore a grudge as deep as the ocean.
Lin Fan felt the voice was somewhat familiar. Turning around, he saw that it was indeed an old acquaintance. Wasn't it none other than Xiang Junchen, the Young Master of the Red Dust Demon Sect, whom he had sold off?
"Ah, it's you! As the saying goes, 'If destiny wills it, you'll meet again even if separated by a thousand miles.' A glance back amidst the bustling lights, and there you are."
"Brother Xiang, how have you been lately?"
He noticed the plump young woman standing beside Xiang Junchen, accompanied by an old woman.
It was clearly Long Shangpo and her granddaughter.
