"Big brother!"
"Big brother!"
Once Lin Fan left, the younger brothers sward up around the conman.
"Big brother, are you okay?"
"Are you hurt? That guy really doesn't know good from bad."
"Big brother didn't use his full strength, gave him a break. Otherwise, that kid wouldn't have survived."
The younger brothers were flattering him without restraint.
But they only dared to do so after Lin Fan left.
Each one was righteous, clenched their fists nacingly, veins popping, glaring fiercely in the direction Lin Fan left.
As if they would rush out to avenge at any mont.
However.
No one moved.
Everyone knew very well it was just talk.
The conman rolled his eyes.
"Shouting so fiercely, why didn't you act earlier?"
The younger brothers awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of their heads to avoid the conman's sharp gaze.
The conman couldn't be bothered with them, furrowing his brows as if contemplating sothing.
"Big brother, was that Xuanyuan Sword in that kid's hand?"
"What a load of crap! Big brother's sword is the real Xuanyuan Sword, his is just a fake."
The scolded brother imdiately felt inferior.
His flattery was ubiquitous, catching him off guard, and varied.
"But big brother's sword is broken..."
"Enough, stop the nonsense, that kid's sword is likely the real Xuanyuan Sword."
Even the conman couldn't listen anymore, losing so badly but still trying to entertain themselves, what fools.
He did have so self-awareness though.
However, there was one thing he was very curious about.
A younger brother read the situation, imdiately reacting.
"Big brother, since that wastrel's sword is the real Xuanyuan Sword, why don't we take it?"
"How do we take it?"
This topic piqued the conman's interest, raising an eyebrow.
"Either do it or not at all..."
The boy drew a line across his neck with his hand.
Imdiately.
He received an angry kick.
"With trash like you, thinking of taking soone out? Idiot."
"Big brother, why don't we sneak in later tonight and steal the Xuanyuan Sword?"
Another younger brother eagerly suggested but imdiately received a cold, sharp glare from the conman.
"Steal? You'd lose your head before you even got into the room."
The conman roared in anger, boiling with rage.
How did he end up with such a group of fools, with brains full of shit?
"Can't rob, can't steal... so, what can we do? We can't swallow this anger, big brother!"
"Swallow it, my ass."
The conman cursed, eyes glinting with cunning light.
A slight smirk appeared on his lips.
An eerie smile.
"Do you know who holds the Xuanyuan Sword now?"
The younger brothers were bewildered, looking at each other, not knowing what the conman ant.
Did he want more flattery?
But the conman's serious expression suggested otherwise.
So they all vigorously shook their heads.
"You know nothing! A bunch of fools."
The conman cursed again, continuing.
"Have you heard of Lin Fan?"
"Lin Fan?"
The younger brothers spoke in unison, the na sounded familiar, but they didn't know where they heard it.
"I rember, he's the one who had a conflict with Yi Tianqiu and took down Wentian City alone."
"You do have so brains."
"Thank you, big brother, for the complint."
Although with this explanation, everyone recalled Lin Fan's infamous reputation.
So ti ago.
Yi Gangmu returned in a big defeat, losing Wentian City, which alard the entire Shennong Clan.
Moreover, with rumors about Lin Fan and Yi Tianqiu, saying Yi Tianqiu suffered a great loss and was humiliated.
These rumors made Lin Fan's fa skyrocket during that period, known to everyone.
But the hype ca and went quickly.
Since Wentian City's origins were questionable, the Shennong Clan decided not to pursue it, causing the matter to fade away.
Lin Fan's fa gradually disappeared from people's minds.
But once ntioned.
There would be so impression, more or less.
But.
What does this have to do with them?
The younger brothers looked bewildered at the conman, blinking in confusion.
"Big brother, you don't think that kid earlier was Lin Fan, do you?"
"Don't joke, big brother, this is Shennong Clan's territory. Lin Fan angered so many, almost the entire Shennong Clan's higher-ups are furious. Coming here would be like walking to his death. He wouldn't dare."
"Big brother, you're overthinking. Even with ten guts, Lin Fan wouldn't have the nerve to co."
The younger brothers laughed as they spoke.
The conman ignored them, turning around to leave.
"Big brother? Where are you going?"
"Big brother isn't angry, is he..."
"Crap, I forgot to flatter as I got caught up."
The younger brothers quickly packed their things and chased after him, surrounding the conman with flattering smiles.
But the conman looked dead serious.
He was calculating in his mind about sothing else.
Sothing significant.
...
"Young man, co on in."
The old man cheerfully opened the door, inviting Lin Fan in.
The house was extrely simple, almost destitute.
A ten-square-ter room with only a basic table, shelf, and bed, and no other furniture.
It wasn't that Lin Fan was picky.
It's just that there was only one bed, how to sleep.
Never mind, just for one night, this place is safer than an inn.
Lin Fan thought, walking into the room.
"Young man, don't mind, it's a bit of a humble place."
"Old sir, it's okay."
"Thanks to you earlier, otherwise, I'd have lost everything."
"It's not a big deal, just be careful next ti." Lin Fan looked around, puzzled. "Old sir, you don't have a wife or children?"
Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes imdiately dimd.
After a long ti, he slowly exhaled a breath.
"They passed away."
"I-I'm sorry..."
Lin Fan was taken aback, he should have thought of it sooner.
"My wife was sick years ago, didn't make it through and passed away. My son later beca a soldier, and died in battle not long ago."
The old man sighed, slowly sitting down at the bedside.
Lin Fan remained silent.
Shennong Clan hadn't been at war for a long ti, the most recent was at Wentian City.
If the old man's son died recently in battle, wasn't that the Wentian City battle he participated in?
His heart skipped a beat, feeling inexplicably sad.
"Old sir, may I ask… was it the Wentian City battle?"
The old man looked up, his cloudy eyes seed to glisten with tears.
He nodded heavily.
Lin Fan felt an indescribable sense of dismay.
Even though he didn't know who the old man's son was or if he killed him, he couldn't shake off the discomfort.
"I'm sorry..."
He couldn't help himself from speaking.
"Why are you saying sorry to ? It's not your fault." The old man wiped his eyes, Lin Fan unsure if he was wiping away tears. "Bla the Shennong Clan Leader, why disrupt a good life to occupy soone else's land, forcing my son to the battlefield, and eventually dying there without seeing him one last ti."
The old man spoke, his voice choking with emotion.
Turning his head away, facing his back towards Lin Fan.
Lin Fan was filled with mixed feelings, he ended up staying in a room of a soldier who died, whose life might have been ended by his own hands.
If the old man knew, how would he react?
In that mont.
He surprisingly didn't have the courage to stay any longer.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, prepared to get up and say goodbye when.
Knock knock!
The small room filled with the sound of knocking.
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