"No wonder the villagers are so afraid of me; it turns out it's because of the yellow miasma lingering on my forehead," Lin Yifan suddenly realized.
"Young man, you'd better leave quickly, or you'll fall victim to that big monster tonight."
The elder kindly advised, hoping Lin Yifan would leave soon.
"Leave? That's impossible. Tonight, I'm going to rid the village of this menace, to prevent any further harm!"
Young people are so blindly arrogant and naive, the elder couldn't help but sigh, "Another cultivator delivering himself to the door—I'm afraid that fish monster will only grow stronger."
"You look down on me that much? I'm a cultivator of the High Immortal Third Realm, it's not necessarily a lost cause." Lin Yifan released a burst of power aura, letting the other feel it.
