Yi Tianqiu's face showed not a trace of expression.
As if he hadn't heard Lin Fan's words.
Blank.
Stupefied.
A walking corpse.
He slowly raised his head, seemingly wanting to look at Lin Fan, but the few days spent in the dungeon had left his eyes unable to adapt to the sunlight.
The moment he looked up, his eyes were pierced by the bright sun, forcing him to lower his head hastily.
Lin Fan looked at his disheveled hair.
Lice were having a feast in there.
Yi Tianqiu turning into this state was well-deserved.
If only he hadn't tried to make a name for himself in the name of the Shennong Clan.
If only he had been a bit clearer-headed when he ambushed Lin Fan.
This wouldn't have led to today's outcome.
One wrong move.
And every step went wrong thereafter.
"Young Master Lin..."
The Clan Leader Yi Shengtang's voice came from behind, filled with tension and unease.
It seemed he feared Lin Fan might act immediately.
It would be hard for him to explain to the public.
